AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  Why do I always get run over by little tiny blonde girls in their daddy's sports cars?!  WHY!?!?!  So yesterday, I was driving to my piano student's house.  It is raining and there is heavy traffic.  I am minding my own business, rocking out in my car to Big Bang.  Suddenly, BAM!  I am thrown forward and I look back in my mirror and there is this little blonde chick staring at me in shock.  We pulled over and I get out in the rain to check that she is okay.  She tells me to wait one second because she is in the middle of texting her boyfriend.  There is a crack on my bumper and I have a headache from the whiplash.  We exchanged information and she informed me that she was indeed texting while driving, and all I could do was roll my eyes.  

I made it to my lessons a couple minutes late and lessons went well.  My kids were well behaved and even though they didn't practice, we had fun.  As I am leaving, it is still raining mind you, I step out of their front door.  Guess whose twelve pairs of shoes are scattered all over in front of the door?  Yeah.  I slipped on a shoe and promptly start crying because my ankle hurts so bad.  It is my right ankle, my driving ankle.  I still had two more students and had to drive the thirty minutes back home.  By the end of the night, my ankle looks like a grapefruit and I wanted to call it quits.  

I crawled up the stairs, literally crawled, and tucked into bed and fell asleep.  this is why there were no updates yesterday.  This is the fourth time I have been rear-ended in my 8 years of driving. this is the third little blonde chick that has hit me.  I am so over this.  I am in so much pain right now and I just want to be back in bed with a good story and fuzzy socks and hot chocolate.

*sigh*

Anyway, that is my rant.  You may now go about your day and expect another update sometime in a bit.

<3

Llya