So this happened last night

Ok, yesterday was the camp for my son’s Beaver scouts.  We couldn’t camp out because of reasons, but we went for the day and had a pretty good time.  That was until we had to leave of course.

Here is a high quality artistic rendition of what happened.


As you can see, I got into a fender bender with Dude car.  My car has like his paint on it, and MAYBE a scratch.  I cracked his bumper. 😦  I still have my N on my license so I’m all like ERMAHGERD I AM TOAST when my husband finds out.

Well I emailed him and told him what happened, along with this nice artistic rendition of the events.  

I had a day long panic attack because I didn’t know how pissed he was at me, and all the bad scenarios were going through my head, and yes I was about to just give up driving all together.  I couldn’t even bring myself to look at my car today.  

That got solved.  Suddenly, my newly touched up tattoo started getting warm, painful, and ooky. I’m like “Great, probably because I didn’t clean it often yesterday…” and I went to look for the polysporin.  Nope…I’m like “CRAP I must have left it in the car…crap…” So I *had* to go and get the stuff out of the car… Odin 1 My paranoid self: 0  After that wonderful feat, a coupon for a free Blizzard from DQ just showed up on my desk.  Expired tomorrow.  

I sigh heavily and am like “I’m being rewarded with ice cream?”

“Only if you go drive to get it…time’s ticking..”

So after supper I went and got this:


because I’m a sucker for ice cream…as much as The One who dangled the carrot in front of my face, so to speak.  

See, when I run into something really big and bad, such as FAILURE, or an accident or something, I have a habit of just giving the fuck up.  Going NOPE NOPE NOPE NOT DOING IT FUCK THAT.  I mean I was about to cancel my insurance, cut my license up and just go FUCK THIS.

Like I did when I was 16 and I hit a rock with my mom’s car.  Caused a shitton of damage, was a decent sized rock, jutting out of the ground….I didn’t get behind the wheel again after that, until I was 33 years old. 

The day before my road test, I put the car into the ditch.  Three wheels in the air, (Car was still upright)  had to get a farmer to tow us out with his tractor.  I misjudged the distance off to the right.

My husband still made me take the road test.

Last night, I misjudged my distance to the right, again.  I thought I had enough room, but I didn’t, and I dinged buddy’s car.  

So, when I got home after getting the Blizzard that Loki dangled in front of my nose enticingly, this fell across my Tumblr Dash




Thanks Guys….

Still don’t think I should be on the road but hey, I can only learn from this and get better, I hope.


About Monica Baker

Stay at home mom trying to get back into the workforce and blogging about it. Nothing super exciting really. But if you insist on reading go right ahead. If anything feel free to leave tips!

Posted on May 25, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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