True Life: I EAT My Words

Remember this post when I talked about being a good driver.

Well later that week, I went and did this to my bumper.

The worst part is, I did this after doing 5 hours of volunteer work for a local non-profit organization.

Talk about ironic. 

I just wanted to cry. 

But instead I remained calm, and called my boyfriend (with my hands free blue tooth of course).  

Any girls natural reaction, right???

He instantly calmed me down, made me feel, better, and told me he loved me.

He advised me 'not to worry about it and have a great night'.

I must have taken his advice a little bit too literally when I woke up to him flicking the lights on and off at 7:15am telling me we had to get my car because I had left it parked down town after girls night.   It must have been those kamikazes beers Saki bombs that got me. Or more likely probably a combination of all of the above. But girls nights don't happen every week, or month, so we 'went big'. That cabi we took home was weird too, it took him twice as long to get there as normal, I think he thought I was too intoxicated disoriented to notice. Well sir, I noticed, anyways.

Moral of my Bumper story is 1. Never to back your car into a stationary cement pole and 2. If you do, keep the repair quotes sitting in my driver side door panel to remind you that it ain't cheap.  

I am going to fix it, but not 'til after ski season, I figure why fix it now if for two more months I'll be schlepping skis and in out of the back. 

Until then I'll be driving around with a cracked bumper thinking about how many cool things I could buy with the money I'll have to spend on the repair.

I guess that's just part of growing up.

#growingpains

Good news of this whole thing. 

It really puts things in perspective, there are truly worse things in life.