Well, I had some fun last Friday in Real Life, and so did my children — not.

I was driving down the highway to my home, after a fun day swimming at a public pool with the Daughter and Son, and with a pan full of two slabs of Dreamland ribs for the SO (who is a rib fiend). We were coming up on a pretty open corner, when some woman comes blundering out just as I’m approaching. I tried to swerve around, but she kept on a-comin’, and there was no way to avoid the crash.

The other driver was in a vintage 90s land yacht; she got her left front stove in. My 2005 car — which had just had body work from a fender bender with the SO last month! — well, me and the kids were safe, thank God. The kids came through with nary a scratch, in fact. I took the worst; I have two big bruises across my right chest and belly, and one side aches from strained muscles. But I’m alive, and that’s what counts. I can live with a totaled car, and we’re already shopping for a replacement. (I hope I can come up with a decent down payment….)

I’m glad I’m still able to report to you here, and I’m sincerely thankful to God for pulling my hide out of the fourth wreck I’ve participated in within 50 years.