yeah so this morning i hit a chunk of ice that sent me straight for a telephone pole. luckily i had enough wits to turn the steering wheel so that i didn't hit it straight on, but hit the side of the car/tire...of course that bounced me across the street into a snow bank. i thought it was really nice that the truck that i almost hit did NOT stop to see if i was okay; i mean hey, that would be a kind gesture, no? but it's cool, i was in my jammies anyway. tacky tacky.
started off really pissed and annoyed with myself for sliding across nature and hitting a large wooden structure..but there was nothing i could do. the irony is that this is the first accident i have ever been in where i was driving and thank god i was sober or not hungover. sheesh, i probably would have gunned it or who knows. but i pumped those breaks like it was my job and didn't go face first into a pole. i've been through a windshield once before, it isn't fun.
i mean, it's a car, it's money i don't have and it is perfect timing since we are in the process of buying a new car for my husband (sarcasm friends). again, nothing i can do, so no need to obsess and be pissed off or angry, so i'll make fun of this and make jokes and hope that the repair shop takes rotten livers as payments. what else can i do?
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