Today as I pulled out of my driveway to pick up the kids, I ran into my trash can, standing at the curb awaiting pickup. I knocked it over, spilling a bag onto the pavement.

Was I having a seizure, perhaps? Did I lose control of the car? No. I was trying to unwrap a stick of gum, and steered right into it. Since I was running sort of late, I backed up a bit and steered right around the toppled can and drove off, chomping my gum and hooting like a baboon over it.

Luckily, there was no damage to the car (I collided with it at like half a mile an hour, a glancing blow rather than a straight on hit) and none to the plastic can. And I got the kids on time, too. And got the bag back in the can and the whole thing standing up before anyone noticed. I hope.

I'm still cracking up.