"I see a bad moon rising..."

This morning when I got into my car Creedence was on the radio. It was a sign. Driving to work this morning there was a flash in the corner of my eye and then I hit something, HARD! All I could see were pieces of my car flying. I was able to pull over and got out to see the front of my car destroyed and then I looked down to see the worst thing...I had hit a dog and it was still wedged under my car. I was going about 60mph and it was a quick death. That's the one thing I can be thankful for because I don't know what I would have done otherwise. Bonus, it's also the coldest morning of the winter at a lovely -28 degrees. The sheriff came and while we waited for the tow truck, we stopped at houses up and down the road trying to locate the owner without any luck. That's the part that's hardest for me...there's no one to contact. My car...well that's really nothing more than an inconvience. I'll pick up a rental. I'll pay my portion for the repairs. I just can't stand to leave her lying on the side of the road like a piece of trash. I don't know if she had a name. I don't know if someone loved her. If I can't locate her owner, I'll just have to take care of the body myself.

A left work to come pick me up and then went back. I didn't go to work today. I wouldn't have been much good anyway. Instead I came home and hugged my babies extra close. So that's the end of my sad, downer post, but I learned something today. Did you know the towing company charges an extra fee if they have to remove a corpse? Who knew.

The first 3 weeks of this year have been busy. I think back trying to remember what we've been up to and I can't think of anything too spectacular. I've sat down to write several times and just can't find the words. We stay busy with rescue stuff. My Nifty is still here after her last adoption fell through but she now has an inquiry from Boston. I've been emailing with the woman and it sounds like a good match. Last weekend we went to my office Christmas party. It was a murder mystery dinner and we all dressed like famous characters and had to try to figure out who was the murderer. We had Judy Garland, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Marilyn Monroe, Lucille Ball, John Wayne, Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire and many others. A was chosen to be a police detective and I had to be Elvis. It was a easy costume for me to pull off. I just slicked my hair back and my glasses had the sideburns attached.

I'm not much of a drinker and really haven't had more than a glass of wine on several occasions since last summer, but I got caught up on the Long Island expressway; four and a half Long Islands plus my boss bought us girls "Screaming Orgasms" and we took shots of whiskey from his flask. Lets just say it's probably best that I'm a puker. I only cut loose about once a year but I'm banning myself from ever returning to Long Island!