Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Wrecked my car. Again.

In the same parking lot as last time, which was just a hair more than a MONTH AGO . Jesus.

The front bumper this time.

And since the driver wasn't actually in the parked car that I hit (always with the parked cars), I had no one to call an asshole. Certainly not the nice police officer who helped me.

Luckily? There's been such a back up at our insurance-approved pro-shop (which sounds like it should be part of a country club but is just a glass and autobody place) that the old damage doesn't get fixed until the end of the month, so now the new damage can just get fixed, too. (And since 3 out of 4 corners of my car are screwed, watch out back left bumper-- I am coming for you next).

Also, I figured out why my dad paid all those wedding bills so cheerfully. My auto abuse? No longer his problem.


  1. Oh no! What a pain! I think Ben should hire a Town Car to drive you around until the baby is born. Really, you should be able to relax these last few weeks.

  2. Anonymous9:09 PM

    as long s you and the rest of the family are all right, cars can be careful and we love you all Bomma

  3. oh my goodness!!! I'm glad you're okay, and remind me not to park my car anywhere near you. ;-)