Sometime in the next few days, if you live in my neck of the woods, you might hear a story about the crazy lady at my house- the one who dresses like Supergirl with a cape and does ceremonial mole hill dances by the light of the moon in her front yard.
What actually happened (it's the truth, I swear) is:
Yesterday evening I hopped out of the shower and donned my long johns and wrapped my hair in a towel turban style. Just as I sat down to immerse myself in a good read, I remembered the trash tote needed hauled to the road. Since my road seldom has traffic after dark on weeknights, I decided to just make a dash out there in my night attire. As I arrived to the front part of the yard, the towel on my head slipped off onto my shoulders. I took one hand off the trash tote to grab the towel at my neck and a lock of wet hair fell into my eyes causing me to not see the mole hill I stepped in. The mound of dirt decided to keep my slipper so I twisted to retrieve it just as- you probably guessed it- a car drove by. The car slowed for a second (long enough to get a long but not very well lighted look) and then took off at a good clip, I'm sure by the time they reached their destination, they had a good explanation for what they saw in my front yard. I can't wait to hear it.
