I am perfectly fine.
Today was a slow, lonely day. I woke up with no plans and was miserable. I ran to Costco to get some supplies (I.e. Food to fill the void). I bought a bunch a crap and hurried home to my couch, my food, and my TV.
My DVR was getting emptier and I was trying to figure out what I was going to do.
Then a friend of my called with a cry for help. She owns a small spa and was having an open house. Her hostess/greeter bailed on her and she chose me to be the replacement. We all know I had nothing to better to do! I curled my hair, put on some makeup, and dressed up. Fake it till you make it, right? I had a good time, talked to some people, and felt good to be off the couch.
Okay, now the getting hit by a car part.
I had to stop by Trader Joe’s to get some food for the open house. I was walking out with my groceries when a car pulled out and hit me. The car was going slow and I was not hurt. As a matter of fact I was more irritated than anything. The girl driving the car rolled down her window and giggled while she said she was sorry. Some people ran over and asked if I was okay. It was all good.
Hopefully I will not be sore tomorrow.
Or have a hell of a bruise.
And in closing, my mom claims she is doing okay. All I can do is believe her.
