So hubby got hit by a driver making a left without checking to see if there was anyone in his path. The car will be in the shop for who knows how long, so I took him out to pick up a rental this morning. Traffic on the Parkway was slow, but apparently some guy in a Cadillac didn’t know that, and plowed into the car in front of him, which hit the car in front of >him<, which hit hubby’s rental car.
Then drove away.
One of the other drivers thinks he got the guy’s plates, though. Idiot.
It’s the first morning in weeks that I’ve been able to take the newspaper and coffee outdoors and enjoy them by the pond. It’s even nicer than before since I put the canopies over it to give the fish some shade. Yeah, the tent poles and ropes may not be particularly aesthetic, but it’s kind of cool to have this fabric floating in the wind over my head. Now I just need some guys in loincloths with giant feather fans, maybe someone playing the lyre, and a juggler. . .heh.
OK, I think that houseflies are probably the most disgusting creature on the planet. I start off my opinion of them with general loathing. Now I also hate and despise them. We had to leave the beach today after a very short time because they were swarming all over us and biting. I don’t know why us – there were plenty of people on the beach, they could have spread the love somewhere else, but at one point while my hands were full of beach stuff, there were at least a dozen on each of my legs having a feast. All I can hope is that I wasn’t dessert after a main course of dog poop. Gag!