Burnt cookie, anyone?

Listening to Walk The Line, Phoenix, not Cash

I am an idiot of epic proportions today.

I had my first old lady driving mishap..... at the age of 24.

I was leaving the gas station in my old beast of a Montero. Since it is so big I have to stretch to turn around to back out of places. I guess I stretched too much, because my foot wavered to the gas pedal instead of the break.

I went flying over the curb and *almost* into traffic wondering why in the hell my breaks weren't working. I get out and inspect the damage. It's minimal. People stare. The emo kids at the bus stop pointed and laughed. Here I am, in my big girl car and my big girl sunglasses and it's a wonder I can dress myself in the mornings.

It's a burnt cookie kind of day.

Working out? Are you nuts? I don't even want to think about the damage I could incur.