Better-than-King's-Island Christmas shopping

As Rich mentioned, we did our annual shopping trip last night.

I'm still recovering.

Do you know how it feels to have your life pass before your eyes at least four times in one night? I'm not talking George-Bailey-and-Clarence style of passing. I'm talking "I'm-riding-with- someone-who-has-no-clue-where-he's-going-and-I'm-going-to-die" passing!

I will share the credit for the Monmouth Street faux pas. The sun was in our eyes--right at the level of the microscopic "No Left Turn" sign. We couldn't see at all. Thank God for corner-ish parking lots! Pulled in and got through that scrape just fine.

But coming within a hair of the the rear end of a Brink's-like truck, a panel truck, a car or two, and staring at headlights coming straight at me had nothing to do with anything I did.

But "almost" only doesn't count except in horse shoes and hand grenades, so I guess I shouldn't complain. =D

Love you, Bro. Hate your driving. ;-)