stuff is cool

So, yesterday afternoon was a bit wild. I get a call from the principal at Kinkaid telling me to come pick up my tutoring kids because their grandmother had just died and they were crying. At this point, all we knew was that their mom was on a plane to Greece and their dad was somewhere in Florida, so suddenly I was caring for two grieving kids. I didn’t know if I would wind up staying with them while their parents were out of town, so I started to pack a bag but decided I needed to just get to school and get the poor kids and worry about that later.

Okay, so, get to school, got the kids, and now we are backing out into the one-way carpool lane when I see this white car backing towards me- going the WRONG WAY in the carpool lane. I hit the brakes, she doesn’t, and she crunches my car.

I found out this morning at the body shop just how badly she damaged my car. About $3,500 worth of damage, at the low end of the spectrum. She bent the frame. The entire car is shifted off the frame over to the right. It’s going to take at least two weeks to fix because they have to take the car apart and rebuild the back end.

How could she have caused so much damage? You ask. Was she driving a Hummer? No, though that is not uncommon at Kinkaid. She was in a regular old sedan. She must have been backing up really fast.

Fortunately she immediatelly accepted all the blame and apologized profusely and offered to pay for lost babysitting time. (She assumed I was a Kinkaid student, BTW) She wanted to pay for the damages privately and not go through insurance, which stressed me out big time because that’s rsiky for me. But after she found out how much it was going to cost, she balked and said ok let’s call our insurance. So now I am feeling better that it’s being taken care of by the professionals. I am pissed about how much time and stress is involved. BUT it is a learning experience. My dad is not doing evrything for me, as he normally would, he is only walking me through it and making me be the one in charge.

I am growing up so much lately.

Also, I went out and got drunk last night to celebrate my crap day. Thank you, Kelli.

Today’s crap day started with me stepping barefoot in a puddle of doggie diarhhea on my bedroom carpet. There were actually two puddles. Gigi is on my bad list.

Bring it on, Friday, bring it on.