Before anyone asks, I am fine. No, the kids were not in the car. I repeat, I AM NOT HURT AT ALL.

Mocha however... will be going to the car doctor soon. Some lady backed out of a parking spot and dented in her whole quarterpanel. The other driver's totally at fault. She wasn't paying attention as she backed into me coming out of a parking spot. The damage is all because her car totally outweighs mine. (Tundra vs. Prizm... gee, I wonder who would win? Coukd it be the big ass truck?)

I'm mad. I'm upset. I want my car back the way it was... but I'm fine physically. Already turned it all over to my insurance company and I'm NOT going to worry about it. All worrying and getting upset over it will do is make me sleepless, cranky, agitated and possibly pukey.

My trip to LA... is off. Again. *sigh* Just as well according to my mom, - as the wackadoo neighbors are verbally assaulting my mom again, it's a holiday weekend with the requisite drunks on the road, the fires, the traffic, oh and family issues..... Needless to say, my mom and I have agreed that Nana does NOT get told about my car if at all possible. It just never stops here, does it?

I have changed clothes, poured myself some wine and am talking to a friend to stay mellow. Not really in the mood for frivolity at the moment.

I can't deal with questions about what the insurance said, what happened, etc. Rehashed it enough times today already. Sorry. I know y'all care, but I'd appreciate "not trying to scheme her way out of paying" mojo over questions and freak outs right now. No reason to freak over a fender bender.

Like I said, I am fine. Kids are fine. Everything else is material and transitory and I will endure.

Tags: car, fender benders, mad

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