I hit an inanimate object today. Didn’t wrap the fender ‘round the pole to make vehicle hug concrete, just grazed it ever so slightly.
Three kids in the car screamed.
Three kids in the car were almost given whiplash.
My head flew ‘round. “Y’all all right?”
Faces colored with chalky fear mouthed ‘yes.'
I got out, inspected the damage of our once perfect machine.
What a mess.
Yellow paint, red paint, flakes gone...
On the way home I concocted stories for my husband. Brain racing, I came up with one.
It was perfect!
But three kids got to him first.
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Damn kids! Hahahahahahahahah! Loved your story!
Hahahahhaha- very funny!