Pam, it is good to have you and Bill back in the arms of everyone in Knoxville who have missed you so much! You gave us all quite a fretting time for awhile.
I am sure you had quite an adventure. We will be waiting to hear all about it. Glad you've gotten off of the trampoline and into a real bed!

SMG, have a wonderful time on your hiatus. I hope you have good weather.
DH and I had a bit of an adventure today ourselves. He had taken his original set of wheels to the proud new owner of his old car (sold this week!), and about half an hour later, I had to run out to pick up some last minute ingredients for supper. Sounds normal so far, right?
As I was driving down the main 4 lane drag into town I saw the the right hand lane ahead was blocked by an accident and I was stuck in that very same lane. I waited my turn behind several other vehicles to swing out and around the accident, but who should I see standing on the highway by said accident? My very own DH!!!!


His new 'vette and a pickup truck were playing footsy along the road. I immediately parked (I could have just driven past and waved as I went by, but I am more sensitive than that.), ran up to hubby to be sure that he and the other driver weren't injured (both okay!), and proceeded to listen to the story.


The poor old gent who pulled quickly across the highway straight into DH's rear side panel was shaking and quivering so badly that I feared for his life. He couldn't even get his license out of his wallet; his hands were shaking so much. DH had to help him. The older gent told me that he looked both ways, didn't see anything coming (It's hard to miss an orange Corvette!

), and charged across the highway only to meet and greet DH in the rudest way.
It looked as though just the rear panel and bumper would have to be replaced on DH's car, so I took my leave as the police arrived. DH said that he would be home soon.
An hour later I got a phone call from DH asking for a lift home from the garage where he gets his 'vettes worked on. It seems that the rear wheel is bent inward and the frame on the side of the car is bent. Oh, boy, now the tears are flowing!! It is not a pretty sight to see a grown man cry!!

Worse yet, the police took the old guy away in the squad car because he couldn't even see well enough to determine which card was his license and which was his insurance card. Poor guy. I said to my son, "I hope this doesn't mean he will lose his license."

My son said, "Mom, are you crazy!! Do you want somebody who can't see back on the road???"

Uh, no. Poor old gent. I do hate to see someone that age lose his independence by no longer being able to drive. But, he is a danger to himself and others. Besides, DH is mad at him!!

Awww, have a heart, DH!!!
We'll know more tomorrow after the insurance adjuster looks at the damage. I am afraid that with the bent frame, it will be declared "totalled". Poor DH. I had better go sedate him with a double Scotch!

I pulled DH aside as we heard the sirens of a police car and ambulance hurtling down the road toward us. I asked DH to please not be mean or intimidating to the old guy. He told us that his wife has been asking him to give up his license because he couldn't see good any more. No kidding!