screeching tires, breaking glass, crunching metal
Well, that was my weekend, how was yours?
I think the only thing worse than getting into a car accident Friday night and dubbing my car El Cruncho, is hearing about your mother's premonition from 3 days ago about how she just
knew you were going to get into said accident. Much love to the Mom, but at times like these, finding out you (and not your sister, brother, or dad) have been the one pre-ordained to have the crashing fun, well that really isn't all that comforting.
Actually, not having a car is worse than that. And from not even a pretty pretty princess view, either, but more on a "how am I going to get to work/karate/class/grocery store/Vegas?" level. At least it let me power through 400 pages of (horrible) Harry Potter and spend some quality time with Doc and the Sees-ter... and that ain't bad. And maybe by the time I get my car back from the shop, my new license plates will be here, and it be just like a new beginning. {{sigh}}