Hit and Run

If only UVA baseball could have gotten a hit and run last night.  If only...well what I was hoping for and desiring for my beloved Wahoos...happened to this Wahoo today...just not on the baseball diamond.

Blizz got a busted lip today.

L: "Looks like Blizzard has a booboo." I'd agree.

Well, thankfully, no one was hurt...other than the personified car.

As I stood, sat, walked, circled, skipped, crawled in the parking lot for 2 hours in the midst of the day, only one image crossed my mind.

Nope, it wasn't the driver in trouble.  It was the book Holes.

What?! Freeze time. Mark the calendar. I made a Literature connection? Yes, the girl who 2 hours earlier had been asked by a nonassuming mom/friend what I was reading and I had to confess matter-of-factly that I was in the middle of a scandalous love scene in my Harlequin Romance. Yes sir-eeeee.

I digress.

Benjamin McKensie as a Hot Cop...ironically he went to UVA

My pits were worse than 'puddles' as my students call their pit stains. How ironic I forgot to put deoderant on this AM? I had the Great Lakes. And, then the Mississippi River on my back.   There I was imagining the boy digging holes in the hot as Hades desert. Thank goodness I wasn't digging a hole...just trying to get out of it.

Then that lovely patrol car whispered into the parking lot. I could only dream in my head for the officer to be somewhat hot (physically not sweating-ly). And, darned if he didn't arise to be around my age. Check. And, darned if he didn't check me out. Double Check. Now, that NEVER gets old. Especially when you feel as though you've visited Niagra Falls in the middle of a city.

What a triumphant day?!  I had so many first time experiences.

• I made a Literature Connection to a book that I actually didn't use Cliff Notes on.
• I got checked out by a Police Officer. And, he gave me his card. Yes, I already facebooked it. I confess.
• And, I got hit and run on. 
• Please note 30 seconds after I clicked published. I managed to run my thigh into a windowsill and deskin 6 inches of a skin. How many of you can say you've done that? 

Moral of the Story: Be careful what you wish for. 

Moral of the Story Deuce: You never know what the day will behold. Life is a darn mystery. I'm glad to be playing.

Sunset