So, I carpooled today.
Then my carpool went to lunch at her mom's.
Then I had to call my hubby to rescue me from work.
Luckily he didn't respond quickly to my request for a ride.
It seemed like such a normal day. Until while my carpool sat in her mom's house an F18 crashed into the house 3 houses away. Funny, they didn't notice until her mom saw smoke. I would think that would have felt like an earthquake. She said when they opened the door it was actually really loud and you could hear explosions. Her mom must have some good insulation. Anyways, initially no one could come or go...hence my phone call to my hubby. However with a little passage of time she was allowed to drive away from the wreckage...to come back to work to get me.
It's been a strange day.