The Cliff Notes version of today is this:
Hung out with the Baby Momma and the cutest yet possibly loudest baby alive.
Got my recipes set for the Thanksgiving bake-a-thon that will occur tomorrow in the state of Maine.
Had a peppermint mocha latte (which was WAY better than my pumpkin spice latte) with K who tried to convince me not to go to the grocery store at 6:30 p.m. Needless to say, I didn't listen and it turns out she was right. My trip to the grocery store led to a series of events that left me frustrated and left an animal dead.
Everyone in town was at the grocery store bumping into neighbors and blocking aisles to chat. I grabbed my loot and got the hell out of Dodge. At this point most of the commuter traffic had subsided but as I approached the 1 mile sign for my exit the brake lights lit up the highway like a Christmas tree. It took the next 12 minutes to travel the 1 mile to my exit and I spent the whole time worrying that I would
A) run out of gas and
B) pee in my pants.
Luckily, I did neither and was only yards from turning into my complex when a giant possum lumbered across the road in front of my car. There was a car coming the opposite direction so swerving was out of the question. I hit the brakes...the possum stopped...turned...and then I ran over it. Because I hit my brakes hard, I ran over it very slowly...it was like going over a speed bump. Gross I know.
Sadly, this is not the first animal I have run over. I hit a bunny once in daylight and made the epic mistake of looking in the review mirror only to be traumatized by seeing the poor thing flopping all over the road. (This was on the way back to camp where my CIT's then sang "Little Bunny FooFoo" to me until I cried.)
I have a much stronger affinity towards bunnies than I do towards possums so I'm not very broken up about the possum. Although I hope it isn't there when I drive by again so I can pretend it didn't really happen!