So the idiot parked next door (yes, idiot) didn’t have the shell on his truck attached and in the winds predicted all week, the shell flew off his vehicle and bounced on first my car, and then Alpha Man’s truck, totalling both in one fell swoop before continuing its flight through the air and embedding itself our tree like a scene from a bad tornado flick. I’m going to need some serious cookies to get through this.
If there’s pictures with this post, we have power and I was able to add them. If there’s not … we don’t. 😥
While you’re waiting for me to come back online with baited breath ( 😛 ), you could do this beleaguered author a HUGE favor and get thyself to an online bookstore and order UNDER THE MISTLETOE ($1.99), my Lucky Harbor Christmas novella. That would most definitely improve my day.