Greek yogurt with walnuts and a touch of honey? No, but good guess. It would have to be what I witnessed this morning. I was on my way to the kitchen to prepare a tea party (which is more commonly known as lunch, but don't tell Mootsie), when I saw the neighbor's truck take off backwards at a high rate of speed narrowly missing my car parked out front. So fast and so close, mind you, that I yelled and ran to the window just in time to see the truck fly -- still backwards -- through the front yard of the house across the street narrowly missing another car and slam back-bumper first into the front porch of another neighbor's house. Whoa.
I threw open my front door. My neighbor, whose car had been missed by mere inches, came out. He was yelling, "Are you OK?" to the driver of the truck. Except, there was no driver. The truck's owner was inside her house while warming up the vehicle. Somehow the truck slipped into gear.
The neighbor had the presence of mind to switch off the ignition and summon the truck's owner. Then the police arrived. Thankfully, only the porch suffered injuries and the tea party went on as planned.