Why is there NEVER anyone around when you need to babble!??
\nMy husband just called. He said, “I’m going to be late.” I asked why, thinking it was too warm for him to be sitting with heaters to set the mortar on newly laid masonry. He said, “I’ve had an accident, and I need to stick around to talk to the police.”
\nGetting information out of the man is like pulling teeth!
\n“HONEY…..ARE YOU ALL RIGHT??!!”
\n“I’m fine.”
\n(calming down just a little) “What about the people in the other car?”
\n“They’re fine.”
\n“What happened?”
\nThere followed some kind of explanation about the weight of his truck when loaded, and not being able to stop on a dime, and something about somebody zipping through an intersection.
\nI’m not clear on what happened, but I seriously doubt it is Dear Husband’s fault, and I’m really relieved that he says he’s okay. Of course, he’ll have to prove that when he gets home!
\nWhat a day………..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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