I apologize that this is the third post that mentions our car accidents on a blog that has about five posts, but I've been thinking. Isn't it funny that our accident happened during the time period that our astronaut was MIA? He wasn't there to protect us! There is, however, good news. He's back! Ted was very kind and returned him to us. The story behind this astronaut, Homer Hickam (who could also be called Fred Z Randall A.K.A. Rocketman), starts before I was back from my mission. Ted, my youngest brother found him in the street, picked him up, and found that he fit quite nicely next to the glove compartment opener and it became his home. Look how nicely he fits in. The slot is a perfect size for his body, and his legs hang down so comfortably!
That's where he was when I got home from my mission (about a year ago), and has been there ever since. That is, until we got married and Ted took him from us. And then the accidents began. But as you can see in the pictures, he's back, and the protection has returned. There will be no more rear-ending (I mean to say being rear-ended).
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