How did that happen? I swear it was just Thanksgiving. We've been busy working, and preparing for the holiday. The kids attended birthday parties over the weekend. Above is a photo of Davis with her face painted. She was over the moon with her "pink puppy" face. We did a little shopping together after the party and everyone kept stopping her and exclaiming, "what a cute kitty you are." In which Davis would firmly respond, "no, I'm a pink puppy!"
This weekend, after 20 years or so of driving, I had my first car accident. And naturally, I had to hit the nastiest woman on the face of the planet. Basicially, I looked down to grab the directions to the party, and peripherally I saw cars moving left and right of me, so I took my foot off the brake and pressed {really tapped} the gas. Well, the woman in front of me had not moved and bam! I did little to no real damage to her car. Just some scrapes to her bumper. But oy, my poor Jeep. I cracked the bumper a bit, and have some scrapes too. Boo hoo. Anyway, when I pulled over and got out of the car the first thing I asked was, "are you all ok?" The woman was so pissy, and practically tore my info from my hands. Then kept muttering, "you've ruined my car. I need a whole new bumper." while huffing and puffing, and displaying the meanest scowl on her face. Gosh, I hope she stumbles on my blog... and is embarrassed by her behavior. Because, there really was no reason to be so nasty. It's not like I set out in the morning to hit her new 2007 Volvo. I believe, that's why they call them accidents, non?
Well, I decided I was not going to engage in any kind of dialogue with her. I tried to be polite and concerned. I figured, this is why I have insurance. It's their job to work this out. She demanded my phone number, and I hestitated, I don't want this woman calling me... but figured she could easily get it from 411, so I succumbed to her demand. I was in no mood to fight with this woman. Oh, all this happened in freezing 25 degree weather. Brrr.
Honestly, I was most concerned with getting Davis to her party + making sure she wasn't upset or hurt. {I did not even go and check my bumper for damage till we got to the party.} The funny thing is, Davis didn't really even register that I hit someone. {or so I thought} Other than when I said, "Oh crap, I hit her!" did she realize something was wrong.
So today, while running errands, every time I would come to a stop, Davis would said, "oh crap mamma – did you hit someone?" :) Just what I needed to make me laugh out loud.