On my way home from work today a Golden Retriever darted out in front of me. I swerved right, missed the dog, then I moved the steering wheel a teeny bit left and my car started to spin out of control. Mind you this was in the middle of the freeway! Thank god for these fires… Why you ask? If not for the fires the freeway would have had more cars and someone might have hit me, but since most of San Diego is burned down no one is driving and the freeway was empty. If there were more people on the road I might have gotten hit by another car while my car was doing donuts. I’m glad to say I’m totally fine I’m not dead, only a few bumps and bruises, my leg is swollen but I’m still alive. My dad asked my I swerved in the first place and just didn’t hit the dog. First, the poor dog, not his fault that he has no idea what cars are, or what freeways are. Second the dog was so huge my car would have been totaled, I can’t afford another car, and I need to work. Plus I just got my license back from having it suspended. (I didn’t pay a few tickets I had gotten so they suspended it but I got it back on Monday) I was so scared once the car started to swerve, it went straight for the center divider and I knew then if it jumped the railings I would have died so I swerved again to the right, then to the left and then it just started spinning in circles. My life didn’t flash before my eyes but I had a few thoughts. Of course like “I don’t want to die” was a first one to run through my head. Then came “I haven’t lived enough,” the “I want to get married, and have kids,” the “I still want to travel” and the ever so popular, “I don’t want to die.” Yeah I know I said “I don’t want to die” twice, but it’s an important one. I thought it a lot, lol. But in all seriousness I’m not to eager to go on any road trips soon, thankfully tomorrow is my day off and I don’t have to worry about even driving to work. I’ll ask Shawn to take me on Friday most likely since I’m still too freaked out now to even think about getting behind the wheel of another car.
Francois is French for Francis or Frank. Francis being the masculine form of the word. So for everyone out there is you meet a girl and her name is Frances she’s a girl spell it with an “E,” if it’s a dude spell it with an “I”. I hate when people spell my name wrong lol.
