We've been on quite the bad luck streak with cars lately, and frankly I'm tired of it.
It all started with my little getaway to Disneyland when Mel and I had to stop for gas in Tehachapi. It was really windy and when I opened my door the wind caught it and threw it into the station's bumper post/flower pot thing. The corner pretty much punched a hole in my door. Yay.
Then Steve went to get Isabel from school one day where some how he managed to get a flat tire in his baby. He had just gotten new tires the week before.
Not too long after that Steve was getting a tank (which weighs about 2k lbs I think) to do some work. As the guys were putting the tank in the bed of the truck, someone misjudged the distance and put the tank through the back window. Nice.
About a week ago I went to pick Katie up from school and discovered that I had a flat tire.
This is not funny any more.
But the cherry on top was my airhead moment that I pulled off yesterday: I backed into a parked car.
No, not a car. A truck.
A big white truck that was probably screaming "Can you NOT see me sitting here!?!" as I was slowly but surely making my absent minded way into it's innocent by-stander side.
Really? When will it ever end?
{the girls}
{the boy}
{beauty is just a click away}
{Facebook}
{f.h.e. help}
2 comments:
Oooo, maybe you'd better stay in the house for a few days. Or walk;)
I absolutely love reading your blog. I can just picture the way you would say things in real life. You're awesome. Oh, and bummer about the cars. We've had a streak of bad luck lately too: leaky ceiling, dog-ruined mattress, bald tired, and sprinklers caved in our front flower bed. Perhaps its because Halloween is upon us?
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