If there’s one thing I cannot say about my life, it would be that it’s boring. My life is anything from boring. Or ordinary, for that matter. Things just seem to happen to me. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but often unbelievable.
Yesterday, my brand new Pacifica (you know, the one I got on October 31 after my van was totaled?) was hit by an 18-wheeler. Yes, an 18-wheeler. Un-freaking-believable!!!
We had been out and about after dropping Calista off with our friends, T and G, to go Christmas tree hunting. Skip got a haircut, and then we took the boys shopping. There was a scary free Santa at Wal-Mart that the boys met. They screamed when we put them on his lap. Oops. Afterwards, we met up with Calista again and decided to stop by McDonald’s on the way home. Continue reading