I was rear ended the other day by some guy who thought apparently that he wouldn't wait wait for that long line at the light but rather simply go through it. Neither The Dormouse nor The Caterpillar was in the car with me. I heard (and felt) the crash and pulled over to the side, fully expecting my beloved station wagon to have its rear end completely mangled. To my surprise, when I got out to inspect the damage, the only obvious thing was a tiny screw-head shaped mark on the fender from his license plate holder and a slight headache. Either some heavenly power was watching out for me, or my propensity for putting the car in neutral and sitting at stop lights with my foot off the brake has finally started to work to my advantage.

It's a good thing that I learned from The Babies to always wear my seat belt.