Yesterday I thought I might see if my 4Runner could fly. Obviously, it does not.

Someone cut me off on the icey road and I tried to avoid crashing into his back end. My breaks locked up and I went off the road. Just barely missed the gardrail and flipped down a 100 foot embankment. Rolled about 5 times and ended up on my drivers side down. I called my husband first to let him know I was ok then I called 911. The ambulance couldn't get to me. So they had to drive through a field and over a fence to get close enough to me. Then they started to get out the Jaws Of Life until one EMT decided he could break out the windshield and he pulled me out over the stearing wheel.

I was wearing my seat belt so nothing is broken, I never lost conciousness and I am home and ok. I feel like hell. I hurt EVERYWHERE.

But I am alive and home for Christmas.

The Runner, on the other hand, has died a horrible death and will never recover.

Funny what you can be greatful for.

I guess I made the morning news. Pretty dramatic.