Today is the 22nd... the 22nd of August.
There have been two things horrible that have happened to me. They all happened on this date.
1. The 'falling down stairs' tooth accident. You may remember it.
2. The Wreck. I have never told you this story before. Here it goes:
When I was four, I went my grampa's office with my mom. Pa's to be exact. He asked me if I wanted to go to a gas station later (He worked for an oil company). He said it had really good candy. I was a sucker.
Mom and I went home for a while until Pa and Mimi came to pick me up. Mom was outside so I went with her with my purse in my hand. While we were outside Mom asked me," Are you sure you want to go?" I replied," Of course Mommy!" Little did I know that I should have said, "Of course not Mommy!!".
They picked me up and put me in my carseat and buckled me up. We were off. We drove to the gas station and I got LOTS of candy. Then we went to Dairy Queen and picked up some ice cream. We were heading back and we went under a bridge and Pa thought you turned right there. It was really just a hill.
Next thing I heard was," PA!!!"
Then I was upside down. We had flipped 4 time.
The Ambulance came and some teens stoped to help. Mimi had many cuts. Pa had a cut behind his ear. Me? I had a bruise on my cheek. God had protected me majorly.
I also have never gone to DQ again. And when I got home, the first thing I asked was,"Do I still have my candy??"
Oh, and today's my dog, Ruby's Birthday... what a coincidence.
Happy 3rd Birthday Ruby!!!
Oh, and did I mention her middle name is Rascal???
