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