Hey, wanna see the view from my kitchen window on Sunday?
Why, lookee there! There seems to be something in my front yard. Let's look closer...
IT'S A CAR.
A freaking GMC, to be exact, and it somehow ended up in my front yard, accompanied by a newborn baby, a hysterical mother and a bleeding old woman.
Fine. It wasn't so much in my yard, more on the corner, but I'm short on blogging material these days, so let's just pretend.
Basically, there was a car accident in my front yard. And yes, we all ran out to see, and thank God I actually had my boobies wrangled up in a bra, because those firemen...oh, those firemen. Holy hotness, Batman.
I need more accidents in my front yard.