Another Mess

This is Puppy sitting in Darrell Waltrip's race car that was on display at his Franklin Honda Dealership in 1992. We were having a D W day. The gentlemen in the dealership were very nice and took Puppy's name and D W sent him an autograph photo. I tell you this so you know our family has been FANS for years. It will also put in perspective my week. 
First of all, I was doing some Cat wrangling, so I could take Moe to the vet to get his second leukemia shot on time, and trying to lasso a cat with a towel and stuff him in a cat box is no small feat. Anyway, it happen so quickly, I found myself laying on the concrete garage floor. As I laid on my side wondering if  all my parts would work, my first thought was I am too old to wrangle cats. 
Secondly, I spent the better part of the weekend taking Ibuprofen and rubbing Joint Flex on places that should work without pain. 
Thirdly , on Monday I went to a new doctor in hopes to get the side effects of my diabetic med addressed. Cross your fingers for my results. 
Last but not least, I awoke  on Tuesday with a terrible headache but went ahead took Mz Merlot #5 to the Honda dealership to get her oil changed, and as I was waiting I noticed Darrell Waltrip (A NASCAR  Legend) had come in and was meeting with a bunch of folks . Being the curious Kitty that I am, I took up a wall flower position and enjoyed the gathering. A donation was being made to Habitat to Humanity. This was one time, I could be a "looky loo" and not be considered someone staring at D W. I was enjoying watching  him just like  I had watched him for years racing  cars  and announcing  races along with track-side interviews. Never did I dream, D W would turn and look straight at me and ask me "How are you doing today?" This old lady turned into a fifteen year old star struck girl. I manage to shake his hand and say I hope-- coherently --how much my husband and I enjoyed watching him for years. He put his left hand on top of our hand shake and looked me in the eyes and said "You're  a nice girl." As  I looked into those kind eyes, my mind tumble over all his accomplishments, I just stood rooted to the spot and he finally let my hand go and as my fingers slipped through his hands (those hands that had steered him to fame) I was floating on cloud ten. Drifting to my car, I sat down and realized I had TALKED AND SHOOK HANDS WITH A LEGEND.. The Kitty Justice is he did not have to acknowledge my existence but he did.WOW!!!!! WHAT A GRACIOUS MAN.