Friday, November 20, 2009

They're Out To Get Me

Three--count 'em--three different drivers tried to run into me today. I know most people can't drive for squat, but this was a red letter day for them. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it being my birthday yesterday. Apparently there's a plot afoot to see that I never have another one.

If you need me for anything else I'll be in my room. In bed. Under the covers.

4 comments:

Evan Lewis said...

This calls for the old tarantula through the window trick. Or maybe even a Speckled Band.

Cap'n Bob Napier said...

Another one took a shot at me this morning.

George said...

You need to remove that Target t-shirt before you go driving, Bob.

Cap'n Bob Napier said...

How about the black cloud over my head?