The Christmas Cheer Just Keeps On Coming

Four, count 'em FOUR, days before Christmas and my Saturn's trunk gets crushed by a couple of STUPID FUCKING UNINSURED SHIT-KICKERS from Mt. Vernon in a Ford F-150 pickup truck. Bastards, bastards, bastards!!!!

On the plus side, I am fine. Gonna go visit my chiropractor and get a nice massage, in case of any delayed onset ouchies, but I am uninjured, so thank God for small favors. I put in calls to my insurance agent, my dad and my brother. I will actually probably have my brother fix 'er up; he's on the hunt for parts. I suspect my insurance company will total the poor thing out and give me about $5 dollars for my little 10 y.o. car, which is why I am glad to have a brother that is an auto body man by trade with nearly 25 years of experience.

I think the car is technically driveable if my dad follows me to my brother's shop, so that is good. And fortunately, the friggin' pickup didn't crunch my bumper, just my right tail light and the trunk. So my brother might be able to fix 'er up without getting insurance involved. It's all just such a complication!!!!

I'm going to go pour myself a nice big glass of eggnog now. Heavy on the bourbon.