Wreck: First of all, you guys are awesome. Your kind comments could tempt a girl to throw a pity party every so many weeks just for the massive love.
I couldn't figure out why everyone was so concerned about my wreck, so I went back to read what I said, and I did indeed make it sound as though I ran over my co-worker! I am happy to report that Leslie is alive and well and running our cafe today, so now you can relax. She was in the building when the incident occurred.
We were parked closely together and when I was backing out, I heard "shcraaaape."
And then I had the wonderful moment of going back in and telling Leslie what I had just done.
Oddly, my gas tank cover caught on her vehicle. The result was that my cover got all twisted around and the body was somewhat scratched, and Leslie's vehicle had a scratch and a hole about the size of a nickel.
I have first-time accident forgiveness, so my premiums won't go up, but there is a deductible, of course.
It's not true forgiveness and grace, though, because I have now used up my one pardon; they won't forgive me twice, let alone 70 x 7. I guess the insurance company isn't all that jazzed about WWJD and holiness and stuff.
So, yeah, I hit the vehicle of one of the nicest ladies I know and who I have to see every day and re-live the embarrassment. I felt so bad all yesterday afternoon that I didn't go to my Bible/book study because I just didn't think I could make polite conversation without crying. So I sat in a chair and read. And then I watched American Idol and Chikezie gave me a reason to live again.
But thanks for caring. You really did make me feel better.
About my last AI Re-Cap: Several of you took me to task for silence regarding pivotal moments such as Simon jabbing Ryan about Brooke's shoes. Well, I was shell-shocked from the smash-up. But I will tell you this, "Chikezie" has worked its way into this household's vernacular. If you're doing something that doesn't take much effort, it is now "Chikeasy." Or "I'm just Chikezin'" (like Chillin'). I have also heard, "Easy, Breezy Chikezie." Today, I overheard the kids calling Zoe "Chikezie." I'm going to have to draw the line if they start referring to Grandma as "Chikezie."
Font: Yeah, we're still workin' on that.
Hook 'Em Horns vs Debil Fingers: Wow, Y'ALL sure get riled up about nomenclatures! I don't know what a "Hook 'Em Horns" is, but I don't like the sound of it. So I did what all 21st Century inquiring minds do (No, we do not read The Enquirer; that is so 20th Century!) we go to Wikipedia, the fount of all grain-of-salt knowledge. Here is what I found about misunderstandings of the Horns: In some European cultures, the identical corna gesture is used to suggest spousal infidelity or satanic association. Images of Jenna Bush publicly "throwing the horns" resulted in startled reactions in Norway. In 1985, five Americans were arrested, due to its satanic connotations after dancing and displaying the gesture in front of the Vatican while celebrating the victory of the Longhorns. So, you see, I am not the only one in the world who doesn't know what a Hook 'Em Horns is or when it would appropriate to "throw" said Hook 'Em Horns. So ... get back, Loretta.
News from London:
College Daughter just emailed to say she sat next to a drunk man on the train and that last night she saw Wicked. From her chronicles: After the first 30 seconds of the show, the curtain dropped and the show stopped for about 20 minutes...Glinda's bubble was broken (or burst--ha!) so they had to take time to fix it. It's really important to the show--she gets in and out of it several times. The clamor over this show is lost on me completely, but I'll take 9 billion other people's word for it and believe that it's amazing.
College Son is on break this week in lovely Muncie, Indiana, where God makes giant slushies at the annual March spring carnival in parking lots all over the city. This kid is driving me nuts. He makes fun of the way I say "when" because I pronounce it "hwen." My 9th grade English teacher said that you should be able to hear the "H" at the beginning of "when," "what," etc., and I have pronounced it that way ever since because I liked her so much. And, after all, when you say "whose," you don't say, "woose." But he thinks this is so funny that he exaggerates it completely and uses it on every "wh" word that he can, plus other "w" words like, "Mother, I Hwish you Hwould have Hwashed my Hwhites." To which I reply, "Son, I'm going to Hwip you until you Hwish you Hweren't such a Hwiseguy." He goes back Sunday afternoon. I'll be sad then. Not Hnow.