in a handbasket
I'm going to hell.
Driving back in the snow tonight, I saw a car accident. Major. Car flipped over in a ditch, people running towards it. I probably passed two minutes after it happened. Passed.
I didn't stop.
Granted, there were guys, big guys, there. They probably had cell phones. And thirty seconds later, there were flashing lights in the oncoming traffic. Presumably the emergency response vehicles.
But the point is, I didn't stop.
And I'm going to hell for it.
Anyway.
Weekend in Toronto was good. I got bamboozled into buying much fancy-schmancy tea. I will drink said tea and have good poops. I also bought a gift for my friend, who just had a baby (well, his wife had the baby). He's a riding buddy, and I managed to find a tiny T-shirt with a picture of a trike on it that says "pimp my ride." Brilliant.
I like it when I go to pick up the pieces of something and discover that the thing isn't really even cracked. Maybe it's got a chip in it, but it's there, on the table, next to the thing, just waiting for some glue to be exactly the same as it was before.
Yeah.
I'm gonna go read the Post Secret book now.
Driving back in the snow tonight, I saw a car accident. Major. Car flipped over in a ditch, people running towards it. I probably passed two minutes after it happened. Passed.
I didn't stop.
Granted, there were guys, big guys, there. They probably had cell phones. And thirty seconds later, there were flashing lights in the oncoming traffic. Presumably the emergency response vehicles.
But the point is, I didn't stop.
And I'm going to hell for it.
Anyway.
Weekend in Toronto was good. I got bamboozled into buying much fancy-schmancy tea. I will drink said tea and have good poops. I also bought a gift for my friend, who just had a baby (well, his wife had the baby). He's a riding buddy, and I managed to find a tiny T-shirt with a picture of a trike on it that says "pimp my ride." Brilliant.
I like it when I go to pick up the pieces of something and discover that the thing isn't really even cracked. Maybe it's got a chip in it, but it's there, on the table, next to the thing, just waiting for some glue to be exactly the same as it was before.
Yeah.
I'm gonna go read the Post Secret book now.
posted by M at 8:23 PM
4 Comments:
Er, what kind of tea is this that leads to, um, good poops?
happy poopin
thanks for the link to post secret.
I have survivor guilt lately too.
Oh wait, that's not lately, that's all the time.
Didn't peg you for a tea drinker, oh consumer of the almighty caffeinated coffee ;)
If it makes you feel any better, firefighters HATE it when there's a million people just standing around. They would have told you to move along anyway. But it is good that you have so much compassion that you felt bad about it. You probably did the more helpful thing.
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