A cat in wolf 's clothing.
I'm convinced that no sentence uttered aloud should ever begin with the phrase “Watch out,” unless it involves a life or death situation. I recently came to this conclusion and communicated it quite clearly (and loudly) to my husband as I escaped death (or at least severe injury) by a tiny little woman in a big black SUV. She was talking on her cell phone and checking out her eye makeup in her rearview mirror. My husband told me to “Watch out.” I told him afterward to never (ever) do that to me again. Even now, my heart races as I think how close I came to being parking lot road kill. It’s like Woody Allen says, “I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens”—to which I add—I’m just a little picky about how, when and where it happens. Seriously...my near (and potentially very messy) brush with death aside, I'm pretty sure you’re thinking that my husband told me to watch out because he saw the diminutive diva barreling toward me. You're thinking t