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:
This calls for the old tarantula through the window trick. Or maybe even a Speckled Band.
Another one took a shot at me this morning.
You need to remove that Target t-shirt before you go driving, Bob.
How about the black cloud over my head?
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