Saturday was a strange day. I woke up and started up the computer, waiting for Jake to get back from the store. I was still half asleep when all of the sudden a loud crash is heard... followed by other crashes. You could tell it was bad. I jumped up and ran to get some clothes on, throwing my robe and slippers as I did. Then I grabbed my cellphone and headed downstairs. The crowd was already forming. Some guy in a white truck wasn't paying attention and slammed into a Toyota who hit an SUV which hit a Mitsubishi who slammed into a Ford Taurus. It was crazy. I frantically called Jake who was a block away. After he went up to call the cops I whispered (come down with the camera). Yeppers, I have no shame.

The ambulance arrived and this big guy got out to direct traffic while his partner made sure everyone was okay. Some twit decides to try and drive in between the crashed cars and the drivers. The EMT bellows "HEY! SLOW DOWN AND GET OFF THAT CELL PHONE NOW! Watch where you're going." The chick freaked out and slammed on her breaks. She was so frazzled that she couldn't even drive for a minute or two. He kicked ass... The scariest part was when the owner of the white truck tried to start it up. There was gas everywhere. Luckily the EMT stopped him. He said, "You're not going to even be able to turn your wheel. You can drive straight forever." *snickers*

My dear friend and coworker took a nasty spill at work yesterday. She had just put down some food for people to eat in an empty cupible and turned to walk out. At the last minute she noticed a drawer was ajar and tried to step over it only to realize a small trashcan was beyond that. She spun around and fell hard on her hip, fracturing it. She had surgery on it last night, and is feeling better.

I spent yestrday trying to call her husband, doctor and set things up. Unfortunately they brought her to the closest hospital, which wasn't UCLA. I am not happy about that. I'd rather she go to a place where I knew people instead of some rinky dink place that has a third of the capacity. After threatening to cut the balls off of the doctor if he screwed up I made my way home to pick up the freshly neutered/spayed kittens.

She invited Jake and I to her house for Christmas, so I offered to have Jake cook for her there instead. I just can't wait for her to be home so she can feel better. At least she has a steady stream of callers to drive her up the wall. *smiles*