Thanksgiving
So, Stan and I drove 8 hours to Kansas City for Thanksgiving. Still in Illinois with Stan sleeping on my lap, I look in my rear view mirror and the car right behind starts to fish tail. Now, we're going 70 mph, I'm still watching this car fish tail and wouldn't you know it loses it, and starts flipping over. It must of flipped over 10 times. I stop the car, sprint to the car which is upside down. Semis are also stopped. I reach the car, thinking the worst, and yell if he's okay. Thankfully the dude was okay. Hardly a scratch. I've seen a lot of accidents, but none that close or crazy for that matter. It was like something out of a movie.
Anyway, Stan did very well in the car, even though I"m sure he didn't like it. He loves being here. He likes my mom's cat, who has gotten very fat since the last time I saw him, but she hates him, probably a little jealous, lots of commas here.
And so, I'm ready to eat some turkey and nap.
Anyway, Stan did very well in the car, even though I"m sure he didn't like it. He loves being here. He likes my mom's cat, who has gotten very fat since the last time I saw him, but she hates him, probably a little jealous, lots of commas here.
And so, I'm ready to eat some turkey and nap.