Friday the 13th

Okay, first let me start out by saying that I am fine. The baby is fine. The dogs are fine. We're all fine.

My Tahoe, on the other hand, is NOT fine. I was driving down I-4 in Orlando this evening and while in stop and go traffic, I ended up smacking into the back of a Dodge Ram...actually, I didn't hit the truck so much as I hit the guy's hitch ball that was jutting out the back.

It scared the shit out of me, of course, on many levels. The guy I hit, Aaron, and I pulled over and checked out our vehicles...everything looked alright so we didn't call the police.

When I got a little farther down the road, however, cars started flashing me. Turns out that both of my headlights are out...at least the low beams.

My back is sore too, but it's definitely muscular. I was absolutely freaking out about the baby but he seems to be fine. He's been moving around all night like a good boy.

The dogs were in the back, but they are alright too. We all seem to be okay, albeit a little shaken. I'm going to take it easy and if anything doesn't feel right, will haul ass to the hospital.

Happy Friday the 13th. :(