Mom, I’m Fine, I was in a Fender Bender and Have a Small Laceration
OMG – This was the understatement of the year for me.
It’s Saturday night (Sunday a.m. about 2:00 a.m), I have been in Seattle for a total of 3 hours, I am awakened by the familiar ring of my son, Eric, (each of the 6 kids has their own ring, of course) but I can’t reach the phone, as I am still…