My guy was driving into work yesterday morning and so I hitched a ride with him and right before we got downtown via the freeway, you GUYS. WE GOT HIT. One second we were yukking it up and the next some foolio plowed into us from the back and pushed us into the car in front of us. MUNCHED. Vehicle accordion.
We are both ok, but it was scary. On the humorous tip, my sunglasses flew right off of my face and hit the windshield in front of me. I felt like the sunglasses projectile really added a level of panache to the whole thing. For the rest of the day, I just felt sore everywhere, and I felt like someone had shaken me up like I was inside of a cocktail. I didn’t feel like myself all day long. Adrenaline is weird, the aftermath of adrenaline is weird, getting jostled hard is weird.
Who decided we would get places by speeding around in metal boxes at 70 miles an hour?
Anyway, books! I recently finished The Kiss of Deception, by Mary E. Pearson. In it, Princess Lia (I dare you to read this book and not think “Princess Leia”) is being married off by her parents in hopes of creating an alliance with a nearby kingdom. She decides at the last minute that she ain’t having none o’ dat mess and she takes off. The prince who she had been promised to comes after her, as does an assassin sent by her kingdom’s enemies to kick her bucket. The main fun thing about the book is that Pearson doesn’t tell you which of the two new characters is which– so you don’t know which guy is there to kill her and which one is there as her would-be fiance. When you think about it, that’s kind of a harsh statement about trust and if there is a difference between dudes who want you dead and dudes who say they want to marry you, innit. I mean, harsh one, Pearson.
Over and out, honies.