Courtesy of Erika, source of many, many good things, lolcats just for ME!
Hee!
And also for her, since she mocked our meltdown, shot from a moving car (I was not driving):
Yes, that was a freeway. You heard about it, right? The gasoline tanker that was supposed to be off the roads due to bad brakes, overfilled and driven by a fellow who should have also been off the road, exploded into a big fireball, taking out TWO freeways at once. (No one died, the driver caught a cab at a nearby gas station to the hospital.)
And because no one died, we ARE allowed to gape at it unashamedly. Seriously, I called EVERYONE on Sunday morning, hoping to be the one to break the news. I don’t do that with tragic happenings — I avoid phones and notifications in those cases. I won’t be the one to call you and gasp, "Guess who DIED?" But this? Oh, yeah. "GUESS WHAT? THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION AND THE FREEWAY MELTED!" That’s fun to share.
And to laugh at. Look at the way they stuck tape over where you can’t go anywhere. Heh.
Strangely, I have this love thing with the Maze, the area in which this happened. In the Maze, there are eleven freeway choices (counting different directions) and probably fifteen flyovers and flyunders. It’s gorgeous. Anyone remember when I had that freeway shot as my header on this page where the tub is now? That was part of the Maze. My sister took a black and white shot of it and gave it to me this Christmas, and it’s in my room:
Isn’t that purdy? And now two of those portions are undrivable — places where I am everyday, all the time. To get to the dog park, I have to pass right by. Kind of amazing in a fun, terrible, no-one-died kind of way.
And right next to that picture? Another sorry sight:
My yarn. Packed away into bags. The schmittens are living in this room as they grow big enough to play rough with the dogs unsupervised. Until that point, they’ll be in here when we’re not home. A veritable kitten wonderland, wouldn’t you say? But no yarn for kittens, no! Kittens that squish brothers!