Monday, February 23, 2009
At any time this past 30 years, I could have stepped out in the street and gotten run over by a bus.
So could my brother.
If it had happened while I was in college, so they said, my roommate might have been given an A for the semester for mental anguish. I never seemed to have ever gotten a roommate who was worth it, though.
I am celebrating 30 years of lacking squished-by-bus-ness with cake today.