Well, I've survived another wreck

I don't want to drive or ride in a car ever again. I was hit headon last fall.

Yesterday I was driving my little ragtop and...yes it was a schizo squirrel in the road. I swerved to the right to miss the little fellow, not realizing how deep the drop off was.

I panicked and slammed on my brakes, making my car spin in the grass. When I tried to correct and get back on the road I lost control and flipped my car.

I'm lucky to be alive. My hand is broke, have a goose egg on my head, and some scrapes.

Luckily my neck and back are fine and I'm not decapitated.

Not sure what the Universe is trying to tell me. Wish She'd just call and let me know...

Looks like you all get to put up with me for a little longer.