One of those day.
Woke up late, dead tired still after a long nights sleep. Had to drag myself to the breakfast table. Got the kids out of the house and had to re-park our car due to street cleaning. After praying to the Parking God the way my old white bearded Belgian Yogi Guru teacher once taught me, I found a great spot. That chant Always works. Well lo & behold, me being a self proclaimed world champion of parallel parking and all, got in a bit to narrow and when going back out again HIT the car in front of me. Oh Lord – that noise of doom. Guess the good karma flew out the window. I started to cry. Big time. The ugly version. When I’m tired this always happens not crashing the car but crying. Then this truck pulled up next to me and was like – What’s cookin’ cookie? It was some teachers from my daughters school but I scared them away with the burst car driving image of myself and all the tears flooding. Then I wrote this sorry not to the owner of the other car and went to drown myself in some Coke & watched a couple of episodes of The Killing. Also got my period. Not the end of the world but Yay what a day!
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