Seven. That is the total number of times husband and I have been to the collision shop in the past five years. Once, we even both had ours in there at the same time. We have his and hers vanity plates, so you could tell they came from the same household. It was embarrassing. I blame it on our commute, mostly. Daily driving in stop and go traffic really increases your chances of getting rear ended.
Two Mondays ago, I received a text message from my husband. He had been in an accident and was waiting for a tow truck. It is definitely not the kind of message you want to receive. After he assured me that he was ok (except for a nasty case of whiplash that reared its head the next morning), I left to meet him at the collision shop.
Next came the words that no car owner ever wants to hear, "The car is totaled." My husband loved that car, and I knew he was gong to be sad about this. We had also just paid it off the month before. We were looking forward to our new and exciting life with no car payments. We were going to have a little fun with our new found financial freedom. The best laid plans...
We spent the entire day today at the car dealership buying the sweet piece of machinery below. By the end of the day husband and I were both exhausted, but left with the keys in hand.
It has a fun little feature that serves absolutely no purpose whatsoever. When you lock or unlock the car, a mustang is projected on to the ground for 30 seconds. It is called a pony lamp. It would be cool if we could replace it with say, the Bat Signal.
Here's to hoping that the car-ma we have with this newest member of our household will be much improved. Now he just needs a name. Don't all cars? (Please tell me you name your cars too.)