But I could kill Mr. Eat The Blog.
I was waiting for him to get home in the storm and I look out the window and see an unfamiliar truck pull up. I didn't have my glasses on to see who was driving. My heart jumped because really, for a second I was convinced he'd been killed on the road and they were coming to tell me.
By the time I was through screaming at him he probably wished he had been killed on the road.
Seems Mr. Eat The Blog dropped his car off at the mechanic for repairs and borrowed his truck. I guess he forgot to mention it.
I really, really hate this weather, particularly so early in the season.