stereotypical single woman

I wanted to end the night with funny stories about my brother-in-law becoming so engrossed in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (he’d never seen it before) that he watched it long after his daughter left the room (seriously, the man told us to please be quiet, he absolutely had to re-watch the “Be Our Guest” scene because we were too loud), Amelia’s temper tantrums (her latest thing when she gets angry is to turn around, point at you, and say “NO. SIS. DON’T. TALK.” with this dramatic and commanding glare; the only catch being that when it’s coming from a 30″ tall girl with long blonde curls and a snotty nose it’s just too damn funny and unbelievable, which makes you laugh, which pisses her off even more), and the rest of the parade commentary I have notes on (stuff along the lines of “could you imagine the worldwide wail of every 3-5 yr old if those people just let Dora float away? and am I a horrible person for really wanting to see how her fucking know-it-all little map would help her while floating four stories over Broadway?”, “who blew who to get the tap dancing christmas trees in the parade?”,and “have I really gotten so old that I don’t recognize ANY of the singers except Dolly Parton?”)

But as I was driving back to Detroit tonight a car in front of me hit an icy patch, spun, and then started coming straight at me, missing me by about 5 feet. No one was hurt, but an hour later I’m still shaking a bit. So tonight I’m going to bed, after calling my family and telling them I love them, thankful that I’m still alive.