I interrupt my usual "Weekend Wrap-Up" to bring you this:
Oh, in case you're wondering, that is my minivan. Or WAS. You know, before it was smashed by a tree at 9:30 am this morning during a fluke windstorm. But don't worry. It could have been worse. Since the tree first hit the DREAM HOUSE we've saved our entire adult lives for, the car was only THIS smashed. The roof, siding, gutters, and trim took the rest. But that's okay. I mean, we've lived in the house a whole 6 weeks.... something was BOUND to happen!
It's probably a good thing. This minivan has been the root of much trouble. Three accidents in less than 3 weeks. Over $2,000 in damage that was just repaired a few months ago. Then after that we blow out a tire 100 miles from home with a car full of kids at 8:00 pm New Years Day. But, you know, we spent several hundred dollars to replace the tire a mere 3 weeks ago so it looked REALLY good when the car was totalled. The car was able to have one last hurrah though before its demise. This past Friday my husband side swiped a parked Volvo and now we're paying out another grand to the poor people who dared get in our WAY. This car is EVIL incarnate!!
You know, the past 6 months have been really weird at best. I think it's probably better to say goodbye to our 14 month young Honda Odyssey. It's been like the freakin' Tiki Idol on that Brady Bunch Goes To Hawaii episode... you know, when Peter wakes up with the Tarantula on him and then Greg wipes out surfing (cue the freaky music). That CAR is our Tiki Idol. It must be returned to the "Burial Grounds" of its forefathers. Or... whatever.
I'm goin' to bed. It's been a long day.