Ka - BOOM!!!!!!

Anyone who knows me very well already knows that I hate to drive, which is quite a strange thing to hate, especially since I seem to have multiple places to go every. single. day. Even still, I don't enjoy the driving part.

I quite literally despise driving anyone anytime anywhere. I do love road trips, romantic get-a-ways, etc . . . but the way I love them is securely seated in the shotgun seat. It has all the scenic glory with none of the responsibility and that suites me just fine.

I used public transportation as long as I possibly could and didn't even bother getting a driver's license until I was over 18 and living on my own. My Dad finally flat refused to continue driving me back and forth to work and school, LOL, but I digress. Back to business, since my Mom has been sick and since business has (thankfully) picked up for Mom #2, I've been doing lots and lots of driving, way more than I usually do and as a result . . . it was clearly only a matter of time . . . before something tragic happened.

No need to guess, I'll fill you right on in.

Baby Boy and I were running an errand for Mom #2, so we headed out to an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar neighborhood. We had our handy-dandy Mapquest print-out in hand and a hopeful spirit between us. Another little fancy-smancy tidbit is that I possess the world's worst sense of direction and have been known to drive around and around in circles for hours usually within a 5 foot radius of my destination, but we won't be discussing that today.

An even juicier tidbit is that Baby Boy usually drives us anywhere we have to go since he got his learner's permit as part of the Driver's Education curriculum in our homeschool (which basically consists of him driving me everywhere until I stop hanging onto the dashboard for dear life and then he's promoted). Since we were in unfamiliar territory, I thought I'd drive. I thought it would be safer.

After a few missed exits and u-turns, we found the place all right. We handled our business and were all ready to head home when, the unthinkable happened. Did I forget to mention that this lovely residence was located out in the middle of rural nowhere? Well . . . it was. So as I was backing (HA!) out of the driveway, I full force collided with . . .


. . . a tree!


Now my pride is bruised, my back is sore and my attitude is pessimistic to say the least. Everyone seems to be so laissez-faire with attitudes of "Oh, accidents happen," but I just can't seem to let it go. I haven't had as much as a parking ticket in at least 15 years, if not longer. All of that excellent driving record going down the tubes because of a tree! A tree! Mercy, help me, I'm hot about it.

Did I mention we were broke? Did I? Drop-dead, collecting cans in the front yard, beans and rice eatin' BROKE! How the heck we're supposed to foot the bill for our insurance deductible in this pathetic financial condition, I'll never know. Now there is a great big rusty dent in the trunk. It's unsightly, but still drivable. Good thing, too, because it may have to be there for a while.


Oh, forgive me, I forgot to mention the most obscene part of this whole debacle . . .


. . . I was driving my Mother's car and she wants it fixed now!When it rains, it pours.



Until next time . . .