It’s amazing how a phone call from your wife telling you she lost control of the car on the way to work in a snowstorm and spun into a guardrail makes it really hard to think about blogging.
The blonde is ok. She’s at work. The car is banged up but apparently drivable. Can’t wait till she gets home now. Probably won’t say all the things I’m thinking and want to say but maybe I’ll surprise myself and her.
Update: Thanks to everyone for their concern and well wishes. The car looks ugly but it runs fine and brought the blonde home safe and sound. She’s fine and sends along her thanks and love too. We were all set to pamper her last night, but the only pampering she wanted was what she expected when she left the house in the morning. Pizza, wings, and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.