Wednesday, August 6, 2008

This is "What Else"

I am seething mad.

Bad enough that we have to shuck out $800 for new tires, but in my flurry to pick The Oracle up from the train, I backed the Pacifica into our dead-but-still-here Bonneville. Please don't ask me to explain how I managed to do this, just take my word for it that I did.

We've had our car back less than two weeks, and I punched a nice, 7" diamater dent into the bumper it took three weeks to get, taking out a backup sensor in the process.


Edited at 8:42 p.m. to add:

Adding Injury to Insult

So as the Oracle is leaving for his walk/run, Mighty B slams the front door, crushing the Oracle's finger. Fortunately, the worst of this bloody injury is the loss of a long flap of surface skin running from alongside his fingernail to the first knuckle joint. The nail will probably turn Technicolor and fall off. Yummy.

Oh. And this is also partly my fault, because if I hadn't left my keys in the lock, his hand woudln't have been removing them as Mighty B slammed the door.

I can't do anything right today.


Wonderful World of Weiners said...

I'm not supposed to be laughing right?

I'm sorry you had such a sucky day. But today SHOULD be better, right?

Hallie :)

Coffee Bean said...

Wow. That sounds like something out of my life. I once backed our minivan out of our garage and totally side swiped our other car that was in the driveway. And we had quests staying at our house. It totally sucked. Nothing like trying to get through that kind of tension with people staying in your house.