Crash.
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Only half an hour into newspaper delivery this morning. Four way intersection with only two stop signs. Who was the brainiac behind that rockin' idea? Guess which intersection me and the other guy were in...yup...the two unprotected ones.
It hit my husband's side and smashed the window that was, thankfully, rolled down. It could have been a lot worse if we didn't see it at all.
We got this car precisely one week and three days ago.
My neck and back hurt, but I'll live. Daniel is just fine. Our car...poor car. Let's not talk about that one. And our biggest source of income right now...well, without a car...
Oy, I don't want to think about that.
Here comes the "the funny thing is" part. Most of you know about my life list, or my Bucket List. Well...
I want to be politically involved in this town; because of this wreck I'm going to try to get stop signs put in at all four corners of that intersection.
I want to get fit; well, that leaves us with only a walking paper route and no car...
However that whole "no foul language" bit. HA. Yeah, about that. Not exactly the first thing on my mind when parts of my car are strewn across the intersection and my car is idling in a grassy lot off to the side as I wait for the cops at 4:30 in the morning.
Would somebody please take the pins out of my voodoo doll? That'd be great, thanks!
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