angels on my side...

I arrived an hour early for my nail appointment. [Save the comments.] I was a bit irked that I screwed this up, given I was trying to honor my self-imposed blogging rules and had been rushing through a list of chores I wanted to accomplish before indulging. Wasn't gonna happen. I got a lot done, but I was hoping to have finished in time to at least check my email before heading across town. Then I show up an hour early. I truck on home, clean the catbox and dust the stairs with just enough time to drive back across town for my pampering session. I pull up to park and notice a tow truck, wrecked car and police car in front of the salon. All parked exactly where my car had been 45 minutes earlier. As I walked inside I was informed that the accident happened right after I left and without a doubt would have smashed my car and maybe even hit me as well. Apparently, a girl was transporting a cat for the Humane Society, a good deed of sorts, and the cat got out of the box. She reached for the cat, and nailed a parked truck. Of course I was thankful to be walking out of there with 10 freshly manicured, thinkpink fingernails instead of sitting in an emergency room this afternoon, and equally thankful I wouldn't have to take my car to Hilbing's Autobody for the, I don't know, 4th or 5th time in the last two years. It's all good. All good.