Aaaaanyway...
The post is about an actual, literal bump in the road. Specifically another car running into my car. Boo.
Sometimes there's a really complicated story to explain about how a car accident happened. Other times it's pretty cut and dry--like this story: I was driving straight on a residential road and a lady ignored a stop sign (and my screeching brakes, and my honking) and hit me.
Nobody was hurt in either car, which is fantastic considering that between the other lady's car and mine we had 5 children total. Carter treated it as his first trip to play bumper cars and giggled at the collision. I was relieved that everyone was ok, but not quite as amused as my boy when I remembered how much fun it is to get a car fixed after an accident.
If you remember from our last car wreck post, when we have a car accident, we really like to do it right, and this time would be no different. In an incredibly slow-speed wreck, where only two cars were involved, where the other car was no damaged AT ALL, my car managed to receive damage to the headlight, front fender, side panel, and hood. (And that's just what we can see--haven't even gotten an estimate yet.)
My sweet, precious grandpa fell into immediate action trying to get me a car to drive in the meantime. He had been planning to buy a new car at the end of the week anyway, but called the dealership and told them he needed it a little early so that I could drive his old car.
So if you need me in the next few days, you'll find me cruisin' in the 2000 Suburban with 373,000 miles on it. Big pimpin.
(I cannot imagine why Grampy thought it was time for a new car!)
