It's April Fool's Day. I'm on my way to work, sitting at a stoplight behind loads of cars. They start to inch forward, so I lift my foot from the brake pedal, wondering how long the light will stay green.
All of a sudden...WHAM, BAM, KABOOM! Yep, I got clobbered from behind, pushed forward and into the car ahead of me. April Fool's Day joke? Don't I wish.
End result..two cars towed. One car dented. Aching neck, shoulder, and back (mine). Numerous and annoying converations with police, insurance companies, auto body shop, doctor's office and car rental place.
I got home and limped around the house, frazzled by the morning. But not to worry, Indy found a way to help me forget the entire ordeal, at least for a while. But not in any ordinary way, like with snuggling or kisses.
Instead he gallantly lifted his leg on the camping gear stashed in the basement.
His plan worked.
