I woke up this morning to a pissed off "I crashed your freakin' car!" That damn car had it coming, I'm sure. Lizzy hit one of those small rental type bulldozers (Ironic, since it should have been cleaning up the snow, not waiting to get hit by car because of it) as she was coming back from dropping Alex off at the bus stop. It was freshly snowed and that curve on the way in is tricky. I almost hit it myself a couple of day earlier when we had a light coating of snow, but I don't hate cars :). She got an estimate for repairs that morning -- $1400. Oh hell no! I'll fix it myself for less than 5 bills. That is as soon as I scramble up 5.
Busted Bumper; Jacked Fender
As if that weren't enough, she gave her own car a beating--she doesn't play favorites.
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