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.

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!

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.