So yesterday around 5pm I heard this loud loud long crashing sound outside. There's only one thing that makes that sort of noise....car wrecks. I ran out the front door in my slippers, holding Annika, just in time to see this blue mini van creeping into the intersection, dragging pieces behind it.
It turned in front of our house...and suddenly took off! Being the poor thinker that I am, I sprinted down the front walk (in slippers holding a baby, don't forget) and down the sidewalk trying to get a plate number. I got the first three and soon police were everywhere. Luckily no one was hurt, just managed to somehow smash up 3 parked cars right on the side of our house, none of which were ours.
In the 2 1/2 years we've lived here I have run down the sidewalk in my socks or slippers 3 times. This was the shortest jaunt so far, the other times I went almost 3 blocks before coming to my senses.
Once was when our neighbor crashed her car down the hill from us, and once, believe it or not, I was merely chasing the tracks of a tree that had been uprooted from our yard overnight and dragged down the sidewalk. We did find the tree several blocks away. Apparently I tend to act impulsively when adreneline kicks in. Watch out.