Typical. Just days before renewing my driver's licence, I get into a smash-up.

There I was minding my own business, leisurely motoring home from work ... Tra La, La, La, La. Turning the curve on our tres icy road, I realized only too late a collision was imminent. Slamming on the brakes proved futile; all I could do was hang on for dear life as my trusty Caravan slid out of control on the hockey rink we call a street.

Suh-Mash!

Crap! Crap! Crap!

Twisted metal and plastic flew. I just sat dumbfounded and began to shake.

Ackkk! I got out and surveyed the scene, prying out pieces wedged underneath my front end. Luckily, upon inspection my van didn't incur any damage.

But I sure as heck demolished the black late model that happened to be sitting in the middle of the street:


Who the hell puts a STEREO in the middle of the frickin' street????

Oh yeah. My idiot neighbors. Three days after garbage day. I was so pissed that I threw what was left of it up on the sidewalk.

Good thing I don't have to place an accident report. I can just imagine the conversation:

"Okay ma'am, what was the make and model of the one you hit?" The officer would ask.

"Ummm. A black Sony. Don't know the year, but it must have been an older make as it still had a tape deck."

"Did you say SONY?"

"Uh huh. Large model, a quad with quite the sound system, at least in its day."

"Uh ma'am, I don't believe Sony makes vehicles."

"Oh I know that. I hit a home stereo. In the middle of our street. Smashed it to bits too. It is now an Ex-Stereo."

Yeah. So that's when the breathalyzer would have been pulled out...

All hubby could say when I regaled him with my incident was "Sony eh? Maybe the speakers were still good!"

Not any more hon.

Not any more.

It's been nearly a month since I was on vacation yet I continue to struggle with one of Life's Most Challenging Questions each morning:

"What's today???"

Over the holidays it didn't matter if it was Saturday or Wednesday... they were all un-working days, so who gave a crap which exact day it was? It was a blissful two weeks. * Sigh *

But here it is, nearing the end of January, and I still lay in bed wondering... is it Thursday? No, Wednesday! Ummmm... it doesn't feel like Friday....

And I think I know why.

I blame it on TV. Yep. It HAS to be because my regular shows have yet to return to Prime Time.

Tres sad but tres true.

I used to know it was Thursday when the previous night we dumbed down to America's Next Top Model. Mondays I would be mentally smacking those idiots who made the wrong choices on The Amazing Race Sunday night. But now? Nothing. Nada. You'd think Friday would be easy to figure out; but without rehashing the latest Survivor episode in my head, I am lost.

But not "Lost"-lost... I never did start to watch that show when it first aired, and then it was too late; I was out of the loop. I guess I'll have to invest in the DVDs now. Errrr... but I digress....

Lately the only day I am absetively posolutely certain of is Tuesday. That's because my favorite show, "The Big Bang Theory", is back with new episodes on Monday nights. Bazinga!

But until the rest of our regularly-scheduled mind numbing, time sucking programs return, it looks like I'll need to locate a bedroom clock that displays the day of the week now too.

Because I'll be REALLY pissed if I accidentally get up at 5:30 am on a Sunday.