Do penguins have lips? This is a question I found myself pondering Saturday night while driving home from a date with my husband. I don't think they do, but the penguin toy we bought for our dog while out together seems to. He is really cute (our dog, the toy and my husband.) We haven't bought either of our girls any Christmas presents yet, but Ben (the dog) is set.
Do I call the police or a tow truck? This is an entirely different question I found myself pondering Sunday afternoon while lodged in an off ramp embankment. Apparently, if you call the police (or let the angel-of-a-chick truck driver who saw the whole thing call them for you) they call a tow truck. I had never been in an accident before. It's hardly a bucket list kind of thing, but I suppose I can now check it off for 2012.
I'm not completely certain what happened. I know the weather was to blame. I know I closed my eyes right before the car hit the guard rail. I know I ended up trunk deep in damp grassy knoll. The rest can somewhat be pieced together by the iPhone footage I had the "presence of mind" (read "wonky adrenaline laden brain") to capture before I even thought to call my husband. Brilliant. Thankfully, Carissa, the aforementioned truck driver, was kind enough to pull over and help guide me through the remaining process.
A police officer also arrived on the scene before too long. As she ambled closer and closer to the car I felt instant relief, not because I knew she could help, but because I became absolutely certain that she was, indeed, a woman. Never underestimate the power of ascertaining someone's gender. It really ups the comfort level in these types of situations.
I should mention that my 3-year-old was with me when all of this occurred. She, unlike me, stayed calm the entire time, simply noting that despite having to hold on to her car seat very tight her tiara didn't even fall off. Thankfully, a great friend was able to come by and take her to the birthday party we had been attempting to attend in the first place. I am grateful her little world kept turning without missing too many beats.
I was also grateful that I got to attend the princess party (the car was towed out of the ditch, but remained drivable) because it meant I was greeted with warm coffee, a huge piece of chocolate cake and smiling faces. Of course, it also meant I cried all over again as my nerves defrosted off of me and landed in the arms of my friends, moms and dads like me, who just want to get through the day in one piece.
And, somehow, we always do.