I did have something "new" happen to me over the weekend. But it wasn't pleasant. You'll be glad there are no photos.
I was driving down Route 33 headed to Saylorsburg - Jay and I were on our way to one of our favorite flea markets. Less than a mile from the exit, I saw a flash of grey and heard a "thwack" against my windshield (at 60 miles per hour). The sound literally made me feel sick in the pit of my stomach. And then I just started sobbing. I don't know what kind of bird it was. There was nothing I could have done to avoid it, as it flew right into the windshield. After nearly 40 years of driving with a clean record, killing nothing more than the bugs that splatter against the windshield on the highway, I experienced my first nature fatality at my own hands.
As we arrived at the flea market and parked, I was still crying. I hope nothing like that ever happens again because it honestly felt awful.
On a happier note, we had a great flea marketing weekend and I hope to catch you all up soon on what is happening with The Shop these days!