By the time I left for dinner at Tammy and Davidís house tonight, I wasnít sure theyíd even want my company. I was kind of a mess, after a day of picking up the jagged pieces. I would have given them an opening to opt out, but I was selfish. I needed a little dose of something different, with a dash of magic thrown in.
Little did I know the chaos I was stepping into. They were in worse shape than I was, and while that didnít make me feel any better, it took a little of the edge off. Nothing I could complain about could compare with tired, fussy babies. And while I had a near-miss in my car yesterday, David actually got rear-ended at a stoplight tonight.
Heís okay, except for the aches and pains where his chest banged into the steering wheel. He was a little stunned by the fact that the woman who slammed into him tried to make it out to be his fault. That wouldnít have washed anyway, but it was an especially weak argument in light of the fact that there was an off-duty highway patrolman there who saw everything. David didnít have to defend himself, because there wasnít going to be any way to blame him.