My car slid through an intersection this morning on a sheet of ice.

Realizing that my brakes were useless, I leaned into the horn to alert people that I was (unwillingly) coming through. Lucky for me, no one was hurtling toward me on the driver’s side. However, a white pick up truck slammed on his brakes too late and slammed into the passenger side of my car. I wasn’t hurt. My car is badly scraped but barely dented and the headlight is still intact.

Later in the day after sobbing uncontrollably into a Greek salad, I discovered a pen had been left in my pocket and had destroyed nearly half a load of laundry, particularly my favorite cream-colored blouse and white sweatshirt. I quickly sent them through again in SUPERWASH mode with burning hot water. Some of the stains came out, some did not.

After smashing my bowl of Self-Esteem on the counter earlier this week, it all seems to fall nicely into place.

Tomorrow is my first audition of 2006.

Car scrapes, ink stains, broken bowls and tired heart.

They don’t matter.

Why?

Because I’m going to go in there and KICK TOTAL ASS.

That’s why. The End.

Peace.