Fender Bender

How you think a day will start, and how it may actually start out, are two VERY different things. I got up this morning determined to be ambitious. I have been feeling better all the time. I still have my sick days, but they are coming and going now (thank the Lord). Although I had intended to get an early start this morning I found myself lying on the sofa killing precious time. Then it came to me that I should run to Starbucks to get a little decaf something and a muffin. What a great way to start the morning and get my engine revved up. Orrrrr....was it?

I had Isaiah come along with me. Why? Because I didn't want to get all gussied up, and if I went inside the Starbucks I would have to look decent, but if I brought him along he could run in for me. After all, he is gorgeous straight out of bed....hehehe Anyway, my hair was tied up in a wispy bun, makeup barely washed off my face, no undergarment underneath my sweatshirt *clearing throat in shame*, and with sandals that showed off my nicked up nail polish I headed off to the Starbucks that was literally only 1 mile from home. What could possibly go wrong, right? WRONG!

So, after the drink was placed in my greedy little hands I began to back up, when a car behind me came up from out of nowhere and we collided. It was truly one of the most minor accidents. No damage to my vehicle, and only one headlight missing on hers. My thought was that we should, hopefully, be able to exchange info quickly and get back home. Well she didn't speak English. It was frustrating as we weren't able to make any progress. She called someone for me to speak to on her cell phone, but even after an interpreter intervened I couldn't get her to exchange her info with me. So this meant that a police officer would have to be called to the scene. Ugh!!

It was freezing outside and I was a little shaky, as this was my first accident EVER! I hopped back in my rig, and when I looked in my mirror I realized just how AWFUL I looked! My hair looked like it hadn't seen a brush that morning, and it hadn't. I used my fingers to wrap it up in a bun. My face looked like I had just woke up without a stitch of help from my makeup. I just thought this can't be happening.....ohhhh but it was.....hahaha Serves me right!!

Anyway, once the officer arrived it went rather smooth and we were on our way. Oh yeah....Den stopped by to be my hero. I just love him!! On the way home Isaiah and I discussed how important it was to be dressed for any and all unforeseen occasions. We laughed at the memory of the time I had went with my robe on, and mismatched flip flops, the week before. Oh my.......now THAT would have been a nightmare! He begged me to always get dressed, and look presentable from now on. I was giggling so hard when I heard the desperation in his voice of how embarrassed he would have been if it had happened on that day. To be honest, I would have been mortified if I had been caught in my robe too, but I think that would have been a moment he would have disowned me as his mom. A teen's perspective makes life so much more fun! ROFL

SIDE NOTE: Kristarella, STILL no camera! *sniffling*