I have so much to talk about; I haven't forgotten about my terrible Twilight poem (sample stanza: "He swooped in and saved me from the van's crushing tires/O, Edward! You foxy, swift and brooding vampire."), and I still need to talk about my lovely time with Ali at brunch last Sunday, my newfound obsession with WipeOut (thanks, Sweetney) and yay! The fact that my first BeautyHacks post is up!
I can't really get into all that right now, because I am too busy laughing. And why am I laughing? Because it was either that OR CRY.
J and I spent a splendid and not at all annoying four (4) hours this past Friday getting our car repaired and picking it up from the repair shop, which, naturally, was seventy million and nine miles away from our home. You see, a few weeks ago, someone rear-ended our car in a parking lot, necessitating repairs to our bumper. Or more specifically, the bumper of our leased car that is going back to the dealer in LESS THAN THREE MONTHS. But whatever! we said. Accidents happen, and no one got hurt, so we shrugged it off. Plus a Hot Cop came to the scene of the accident, wearing a comically tight uniform, so that was fun for everyone.
So we got our car back on Friday, good as new, and all was right with the world. And then came yesterday. Yesterday--NOT ONE WEEK AFTER GETTING THE CAR BACK--I was driving to New Jersey with the kids...and proceeded to get into an accident. Necessitating repairs to our bumper. Or more specifically, the bumper of the leased car that is going back to the dealer in LESS THAN THREE MONTHS. (Sound familiar?) C'mon, what are the odds?
Thank God, everyone is fine, which, at the end of the day is really what matters. And I am TRYING to find the humor in this, because I'm sure that in 5 years or so? The back-to-back fender benders will seem funny. Right? RIGHT?
Ugh, who am I kidding?
Can someone please tell me something happy? Or send me a something that cracks your shit up? Because this kind of blows, and I'm a bit bummed.
I promise, I'll be back to my normal, happy self by my next post, and we shall never speak of this again.
I just remembered! NOTHING can snap me out of a funk like T's Rocky impression. (He's saying, "Yo, Adrian! I did it!") Yes, this should definitely help: