Bug versus Windshield
A crack formed in the bus windshield and slowly lengthened as I drove.
I managed to shrink a favorite top to my daughter’s teenaged-size (she was thrilled).
It poured buckets and my parked car ended up an oasis in a grimy pond . . . and I was wearing Uggs.
I tried to take a 10-second nap, only to be woken by the dog, swearing at the turkeys who taunted her from the lawn.
All-in-all, today was one of those days where I was doomed to be the bug, squashed repeatedly by the windshield. Maybe even smeared a few times by the wipers as they dragged me screaming back and forth.