Tuesday, October 6, 2009


The cutest 17 year old boy ever ran his Jeep
into the back of my car at an intersection today.
I have a rice bag on my neck,
but I'm sure I'll be fine.
I just want a little sympathy, is all.


  1. Oh, I am so sorry for your poor car -- glad you're OK, though. You ARE OK, right???

  2. Oh Mommy!!! Please take it easy, if it hurts after a couple days please go to a doctor and get it xrayed. I love you and I wish I were there monitor your range of motion and massage you.

  3. You thought he was cute, huh? Did you get his number? Oh, and I'm sorry about your neck and car. Just tell Ben he needs to pull his weight and give you a massage.

  4. Hope you're ok!!! That's scary!


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