Ok, so this morning Chris smashed my car. Here’s what happened: he went out to start my car because it has a weak battery and often doesn’t start when it is sub-zero wind chill outside with ambient temps in the single digits. Ok, so he got it jumped but the hood latch wouldn’t latch. He dinked around with it for about 15 minutes, and meanwhile I am quickly becoming late for work. He’s all pissed off and tells me to take the van which was running. I hop in and the windshield is completely frosted and so try to get down the road as best I can since I can barely see.
I get to US 31 when I realize the temperature gauge is buried in the H. Holy shit, the van is totally overheated! I can’t pull off right away but I do so as soon as I can and turn off the engine which immediately starts to gong like Old Ben. Oh shit, right? So I call Chris and tell him what’s going on, and he says he’ll be right there to pick me up.
I wait and wait and wait and finally call him on his cell. He yells he just smashed the car. The hood flew up and he lost control on the icy roads and hit a snowbank. Thankfully he wasn’t hurt but the car spun about 8 times he said before crashing into the snowbank. Thank God he didn’t hit anything else! So I tell him to call the cops and they can pick me up on the way to the accident. So I wait and wait and wait and meanwhile my fingers and toes begin to really hurt from the cold. So I call him back and guess what? He’s driving the car and on his way to pick me up. When he gets there, the hood is sitting crooked on the car, sticking out about a foot and tied down with all kinds of ropes.
He starts the van but the engine is knocking horribly so it is probably toast.
My car, although drivable in the emergency circumstances, will need a new hood (goodbye grille) but it is unknown whether that will even attach since the hood blew a hinge on the drivers side and blew back in a twisted fashion so will most likely have warping on both sides where the hood attaches to the car. What a morning. Good thing we have his dad’s truck. I’m alternating between feeling that there is nothing broken that can’t be fixed and frustration, but all in all, I guess it’s ok. I’m trying to focus on what an amazing day this is and how exciting to be a part of the USA on such an historic event. I think I may check out the coverage - it might cheer me up a little.
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Holy crap. And I didn't use an exclamation mark because somehow I'm not really all that surprised. Quirky, convoluted messes seem to happen around you a lot.
Let us know if we can help somehow.
Yeah, I know. I guess it is sort of a gift?!?!
P.S. Wanna carpool?
So this morning, i get a texted from Emily..It said Mom and Chris got into a car accident - then i asked are they ok, she said, IDK, chris doesn't look good, then before I get a chance to reply, i get another text from her that said, OPPS GOTTA GO
Thanks EM. Good thing you updated your blog, I was worried. I hadn't had the chance to post a comment.
Poor Chris, poor cars..how stressful.
Yes, I also had some problems with communicating with the little doodle-bug. She texted me: "Did you know Mom and Chris got in an accident today?" So I call her with these burning questions like, are they okay? What happpened? Did anyone go to the hospital?? and her responses are like, "I don't know." "Here Barclay, here boy, come on, come on..." "What did you say Grace?" "What Grandma?" She did tell me Laura got in an accident and Chris flipped his car!
So...she is our Em, an original, and I love her to pieces and am not upset that she didn't have concise answers. I will say, I pray for all you kids when you are out on the roads. And today, God heard my prayers! Thank you God...I don't even want to think of all the scenarios that could've meant a different outcome.
Emily kills me. I mean, that girl... she absolutely slays me.
Yikes.
Thank you everyone for your kind thoughts. We are feeling much better today. Both vehicles are working but my car is....less than attractive. I've decided to let it sit until a later time and drive the van and Chris drive the truck. So, problem solved.
As for that Emmer, well...I think her confusion may have been my fault. In the middle of all the drama and confusion and stress of yesterday morning, she called several times asking to stay home from school. In the process of explaining that it was a REALLY bad day for her to stay home unless she was SERIOUSLY ill, I gave her rather sketchy details about what was going on. Still...that conversation with mom (VeeFlower)? That's quite, quite typical.
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