So…I made the mistake of venturing out of the safe confines of home in a mobile projectile unit to gain supplies.

Before I even got out of my quiet neighborhood, a car came flying within a few inches of my car, swerved and sped by. Breathed a sigh, a second later a second one did the same thing but faster. Either chasing, racing, drinking or all. 

I felt very lucky…a rarity. Makes me nervous.

BUT ALAS! I HAVE BEEN SAVED BY THE UNGRACEFUL HANDLING OF A RITZ CRACKER!

I got home, relaxed, and put peanut butter on a Ritz cracker. Then promptly dropped it…and it did a beautiful bounce upon the table, into the air and landed on not one… not two… but three separate parts of said poor glasses.

But now I am balanced and must go to bed so I don’t fall down the stairs…