Bug versus Windshield

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Bug versus Windshield

My son puked on the bus I drive this morning, and I had no paper towels.

A crack formed in the bus windshield and slowly lengthened as I drove.

I managed to shrink a favorite top to my daughter’s teenaged-size (she was thrilled).

It poured buckets and my parked car ended up an oasis in a grimy pond . . . and I was wearing Uggs.

I tried to take a 10-second nap, only to be woken by the dog, swearing at the turkeys who taunted her from the lawn.

All-in-all, today was one of those days where I was doomed to be the bug, squashed repeatedly by the windshield. Maybe even smeared a few times by the wipers as they dragged me screaming back and forth.

But then I saw this review on Goodreads from The BookNut (aka 21st Century Once Upon A Times) and the whole day was fantastically better . . . though my son DID barf again. Poor kid.

Many thanks BookNut, for I had been the bug, but now I was one awesome slab of glass! WOO HOO!