The day started neutral enough. As usual I went to bed with grand plans of all that I would get accomplished. None of these things were even thought about much less done. But that's OK.
I got Gab to the Theater and then went to town to run a few errands. Then I went to a karate tournament. I thoroughly enjoyed myself! Gab's boyfriend and his brother were competing and we were invited. Gab couldn't be there and Kevin and Michael had other things to do. The whole karate thing has always been interesting to me so I went. Then I went back and spent some time watching the acting class. I kind of wish I had signed up to take the classes. shhh...don't tell. They just look kind of fun. Course it's easy to sit back and think you'd know just how to do what is being asked of every one to do. Then I took Gab over to Quincy's so she could help his mom with a few things. This is where the day took a sever turn.
Quincy lives off the highway on dirt roads. I dropped Gab off and visited for a few minutes and headed home down the dirt road. I was in my husband's Honda Civic and feeling a little cheeky, so I opened it up. As it started to fish tail I thought OK time to slow down, took my foot off the gas and continued to fish tail. It's OK just go with it and keep it in the middle of the road. Over the berm I went. Now I'm shaking and realizing I'm not 16 nor am I in a 4 wheel drive. In a bit of a panic I turned the car to get back on the road. HUGE mistake. Now I'm stuck; I can't even open my car door. Here's the fun part. I call Quincy. "Quincy, I have gotten the car stuck, please get your dad and come help." He finds out where I am reassures me that all is fine and he'll be right there. So here he and Gab come. There is no where to hide. I have to stand there and listen to the flabbergasted: "What were you doing?!" Don't ask just help me out. Your dad is going to kill me! Quincy I really don't think we can just pull that car off there, please call your dad. He calls his dad; bring the other car and a shovel. Mr. Kennedy (Quincy's dad) shows up and HE wants to know what I was doing. At this point it's pretty obvious to me what I was doing! Being stupid! Fortunately he returns the Honda to the road, pops the front bumper back in place and declares it drivable. Really once it was off the berm it didn't look so bad. After a few more words, head shakes and giggles we went our separate ways. Of course I'm praying all the way home. Do I tell Michael? Well, of course, what are you thinking! When? So I drive it to the car wash and wash all the sand off of it. You should have heard it on the drive home. All the sand vibrating lose from the under carriage.
After I'd been home a few minutes I told Michael that he had a most remarkable car! I can't believe what I did to it and how well it survived. He took the news quite well. It was too dark to inspect the damage. I drug him out with the flash light any way.
I wish I could tell a story like this with BooMama's flare. I am so praising the Lord that I didn't flip that little car.
I did get supper cooked and served. Now I'm doing the blogging thing. This isn't exactly what I planned to blog today but I think it's about all I can handle for now. :)
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4 comments:
:) I am chuckling, but SO glad you did not get hurt! Sounds like an all around fun day 'cept for that whole dive off the berm ;)
This is the funniest story!!! I love it!! It was good to see (at church today) Michael laughing about it too. : )
Hope to see you tomorrow!
Hoo-rah! Seems like you city gals have the same reaction to a dirt road that we country bumpkins have to a PAVED one! Feelin' yer oats a bit, huh?
You don't need BooMama's flare to spin a good story! That had me on the edge of my seat -- so to speak.
Now slow down and drive like someone's mother, would you? ;)
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