F150 + F350 = CRASH!!!

What do you get when you add a F150 to the rear end of an F350?

You get a CRASH!!

Let me transport ya'll back in time to Friday, the 13^th 4^th of April in the early evening.

Miss Smiley calls her Poppa and asks him oh so sweetly if we can take Strong Bubba Bear and the Princess Baby Bop out for their birthdays.

Of course being the most perfect Poppa Rooster of all time, he immediately agrees and tells us he will take us to the Hog Pit. The Hog Pit is a bar and grill that has the absolutely best bar-b-que'd ribs in the world. Hands down … a toothless baby could eat the meat off those ribs!!! Not that I would EVER feed a poor baby FOOD!! ((Shaking head vehemently!!!)) Okay okay back to the story …

So, my dear Rooster love comes to the house and picks up his happy family.

We traveled down the road to the Hog Pit …

And while we were there we noshed on Texas toothpicks – fried onion sticks and friend jalapeno strips, brisket, ribs, grilled chicken, mashed 'taters, green beans, and oh so good sweet tea! Oh, and Roo and I had "house salads" – house describes it quite well – that salad has everything in it that you would find in the house, and it is as big as a HOUSE!!!

I gladly handed over $128. Knowing that I wouldn't have to cook for the rest of the weekend – yes, we intentionally purchased way too much meat so we could have MEGA leftovers.

We climbed happily back into the "brown puppy" as our children lovingly call Rooster-loves new (to him) pick-up. We started down the road, cruising along in true Rooster fashion – ya'll know what a speed demon he is (HUGE EYEROLL) – yeah you know it barely cruising along at 55 on the service road.

We pull off the 1788 service road and approach the intersection. In true Super Safety-Dude form, my dear Rooster looks left, right and then left again. He shifts and moves into the intersection under a GREEN light. Notice I said GREEN! Green as in grass green or maybe green like this green snake. And my dear Super Safety-Dude Rooster looks left once again as we cross the right lane and to his horror there is a pickup bearing down on his door and Bubba Strong Bear's door. My quick thinking – whether he be on his feet or in this case on his butt shifting gears – Rooster-love quickly shifted gears, jammed his foot through the floor board and jumped the brown puppy from the middle of the left lane to just nearly out of the way this other STUPID fast-moving F150 pick-up. This guy never hit the brakes, he just plowed into us! Now, I am a really happy woman – I'm now wearing tea soaked pants/shirt sitting in a tea soaked seat spinning 270 degrees around in a ¾ circle. You know how time slows down to just a crawl when things like this happen … you see the horror of the situation in slow motion … I remember seeing tea literally splash on the windshield, Princess Baby Bops hands grab the arm rests of her car seat, Rooster-love with one hand on the wheel-one hand on the gear shift and feet quickly moving between clutch, brake, and accelerator, I hear Strong Bubba Bear cry-out, I hear Miss Smiley sob, I feel the truck lean sideways and then thud back to the earth on all four tires … and we finally slide to a stop going NORTH from traveling WEST!

Strong Bubba Bear hit his head on the window, banged his elbow on the door, and the seat belt reached up and bit that strong lined jaw he inherited from his Poppa Rooster. I had back spasms, and am very sore. Rooster-love's arms and wrists hurt him. Sarah has a horrid headache, but is beginning to feel better ... she whacked her head on the door frame of the pickup.

((SIGH)) and this
... is what $460.00 worth of diesel looks like when it leaks out in your front yard from a wrecked 1 ton.