Hey LR, Must be something in the air then because I am feeling your pain and angst too today. I'm going dark, or as dark as I can since we have a child together. I've been letting things into my brain that I need to shut out. So this is what we are going to do. We are going to snap out of it together. I want you to tell me about an event in your life....anything you want....but I would prefer fun or silly or stupid or embarassing. Here's mine: I was in college. It's an ironic story really. I was the designated driver that Thursday evening and it was pretty cold where I went to school. (At my college the Greek system set up dd's for every Thursday-Saturday night. We would all be on a rotation and had to stay sober that night, next to a phone to pick up the drunkards as they called to get home safely) I went out to pick up some of my sisters, and they were annoying drunks, not fun ones, not mean ones, not cute, just ANNOYING. As we were on the last stretch of the trip back to the house, I was yelling at one of them not to puke in the car, which was not mine. I'm looking over my shoulder and COMPLETELY miss a sharp turn into Greek row. The drunk sister in the front seat is actually coherent enough to say "Oh bleep, this is going to be an awesome story...." At that point, I am turning my head back around....but it's alreayd too late. My heart drops and I miss the turn, hit a small hill that launches the car into the air. I estimate we were airborne for at least 5 seconds. In my horrified-I'm-going-to-kill-these-people-that-I-actually-really-like-state of mind it felt like we were in the air for at least five minutes. Of course the drunks are either laughing or semi sleeping. Fortunately, we hit the ground and even though it was grass it sounded like we hit concrete. The car was old enough to not have air bags, which was probably a good thing because I have to believe they would have deployed. I was so shaken up, I couldn't move. The sister in the front seat got out, screaming "Did you see that??? Did you bleeping see that??? That was bleeping awesome!!!" That's about when I noticed a huge crowd of fraternity guys outside of their house drinking and cheering. I was so happy to be alive, I didnt' bother to be embarassed. But from that point on I was called Fly-Girl. I was also taken off the rotation. No one was hurt amazingly. Just me with some bruises. The university wanted to know who had been driving on the grass. I left some HUGE divets in the grass. There was a reward offered for $50. Not one person turned me in. alright, give me something....
