Catching a Break

We can't seem to catch a break these days. Yesterday, after picking up the family car from being serviced, Curly called me on my cell phone and said "I've been in an accident. It's pretty bad. Can you come and get me?" I turned around and drove to the scene. The car was pretty beat up. If I had to guess, I would say it was totalled. A woman had turned left right in front of him. Not only was the accident her fault, but she didn't have a license, the car wasn't hers, and she was probably wanted. They took her to jail while I took Curly to get x-rays at the hospital. Nothing's broken, just some bumps, bruises, and whiplash. We are down to one car, which isn't too bad, since most things we do are within walking distance. He is still resting now, but I am going to go up and give him 800 mg of advil.

Our big helper yesterday was Colleen. She flew in unexpectantly on Monday night and came to spend the day with us on Tuesday (she and Becky helped clean in the morning). She stayed the night and then was going to stay long enough for me to hit Costco, but we had a change of plans. Thankfully she changed hers as well and stayed with Mini-me and Patch all day. She is a great aunt. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

There was one good thing for Curly yesterday. We attended the annual Fredericktowne Players membership meeting. Our group, The Towne Singers, was slated to perform (also, Curly is on the board for FtP). Curly really wasn't feeling well, but he managed to sing and dance a little, and he messed up less than me! As part of the meeting, they award someone the Player of the Year. It goes to someone who contributes the most to FtP. No one should be surprised that is was Curly. He was a little surprised, but as soon as the presenter started talking, I knew she was talkin' 'bout my man. It was nice to hear him recognized for all he does.