The Nest Sucks and So Do Cars: (a blog posting from Monday that never went through because like I said, the Nest sucks)
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007 4:53 PM
I wrote a new blog post that wouldn't post. I read a million blogs and tried to comment, but the submit button would not work (clicked and clicked a million times, nothing ever happened, so I had to just get out of that page, losing all the stuff I had written in response). It was frustrating! Hopefully we're back in business today. (we obviously weren't since I'm just now posting this, two days later)
Got into a little accident on Saturday morning (with my husband's car!!!). Backed into my neighbor-across-the-street's car because she parked on the street directly across from my driveway (not the smartest thing to do when you live on a narrow street and cars backing out of driveways do not have a lot of room) and I couldn't cut the turn, but didn't think I was going to hit her car. Oops, I did. She has a small dent and scratches but said she'll see if she can fix it herself before taking it to a body shop. Yikes. My poor husband. He was fuming! And the funniest part of the whole story is that I was backing his car out of the driveway so he could take my car to work so he could fill up the tires which he said were looking low. Not a good call, hubby.
Yet another reason it sucks I'm not pregnant yet. If I were pregnant, I could have at least blamed it on pregnancy brain!
But karma hit me back. On my way to pick up my husband and his two friends from a concert Sunday night, the bracket supporting my muffler snapped and my muffler dropped hard on the ground as I made a turn. It was loud and obnoxious, I thought a semi was riding alongside me. When I realized it was just lil ole me on the road, I pulled over. Yup, muffler just chilling on the ground, smoking hot. Thank god the concert was close, my husband and his friends just walked quite a bit (sorry, boys) to get to me, and they rigged it up with my husband's belt, just enough to get everyone home.
Now my husband has my car at the shop and I'm driving his car today. I can't tell you enough how petrified I am driving his car...I am NOT to be trusted.
By the way, for those concerned, I made it home safe and sound with his car. However, the scratches on his car are not easily coming off. Oops. And I saw my neighbor out looking at his car with his little daughter. She was pointing to the dent and I just could die. I imagined him telling her that the crazy lady across the street did it.