Sunshine Meets Rain

This week started off very badly. On Tuesday I hit a pole in the PCC parking garage. Up until Tuesday morning around 8:07am I thought people who hit poles were crazy. I mean, it’s a giant pole made of cement sticking out of the ground. How do you miss that? Just recently Josue hit a pole in the Powell’s bookstore parking lot (no damage was done to his car, lucky SOB) and while I was trying to keep my cool because we were with friends, I yelling and judging on the inside. I mean, it’s a pole. Right there for the world to see. Obviously, I was about 3 months to quick to judge. I can attest that it is quite easy to not see a pole and slam right into one.

For those of you who know me, you know that I love my car almost as much as I love my husband. Connie was brand new when she came home with me 7 years ago. It was two years before I left people drink anything but water in her. I still yell at Josue when he gets crumbs all over or his coffee spills in the cup holder. It’s an understatement to say that I’m a protective mother.

So Tuesday morning when I hit the pole I didn’t know what to do. I called Josue balling and he came to my rescue. Then he laughed at me because I apologized to Connie for hurting her. “It’s an inanimate object babe. She didn’t feel it.” Didn’t feel it? DIDN’T FEEL IT? How dare he. She has a giant crack in her bumper and she didn’t feel it? Yeah right.

We’re not sure yet if we’ll fix her or just tape her up. When I think of tape I think: WHAT DO WE DO DEAR GOD I CAN’T CONTROL MY BOWELS.

Things are looking brighter now. Yesterday was my last class of the quarter, so I’m done until Janurary 7th! Cosby Christmas is tonight. And I’ve started Twilight and Tales of Beedle the Bard!