I started out yesterday not quite as bummed as I was Monday night, but still below the water line, so to speak. The day progressed adequately and soon day became night. I left work, hurried through Trader Joe's to pick up a few fresh items for dinner, rushed home, made a salsa and put it in the fridge so it could chill and the flavors could meld, went to the laundromat, washed and dried the clothes the hubby and I need to attend our friend's brother's wake tonight, and dashed back home to make dinner (Tex-mex Chicken with Chiles and Cheese). Fifteen minutes before the hubby is due home, I get a text message:
"Somebody sideswiped my car while I was inside work, scratching the entire driver's side and ripping off my mirror."
Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! We were *this* close to being caught up on bills in a month or two, not having to juggle so much - and now we have to figure out how to cover $1000 in car repairs (hubby does not have comprehensive insurance coverage and the sideswiper did not leave a note, natch). Poor hubby was (is) heartbroken; he LOVES his car. In fact, I'm very lucky that he loves me more than he loves his car because that has to mean he loves me a whole lot because he reeeally looooves his car.
some of the damage
buh-bye mirror :-(
Thankfully, it's still drive-able and we ordered a new mirror last night so he can replace that by the end of the week (the last thing we need now is a ticket for the mirror on top of the repair costs). But there's other stuff that needs to be done - something about a quarter-panel being out of place and a speaker knocked out. I'm not good with automotive details; I just know we didn't need something like this. It could have been worse, yes, but it just really didn't need to happen at all. Hubby was parked on a well-lit, main street - not really sure how someone managed to hit him. Cell phone distraction? Drunk driver? Simple idiocy? I don't know.
I have a Starbucks caramel macchiato as a treat this morning (with nonfat milk and Splenda, of course), but I really wish it was an Irish coffee. Too bad they frown on whiskey at work.