Green? Means go. Crunching metal? Yeah - ya might wanna stop.

It promised to be a beautiful morning, as my feet hit the chilled, painted slats. I smiled as I stretched my arms overhead, and waited for the blue birds to come help me make the bed. I imagined myself being donned with a frock by visiting squirrels, and other small rodents - and I laughed to myself over the bliss and total absurdness of it all!

Eh, who am I kiddin'?

Morning sucks, I hate waking up, the floor is freakin' cold, I scare myself as I catch a glance of the raccoonesque eyes in the mirror, and I wish I could hurl that obnoxious alarm clock with the green flashing lights across the room. Stupid clock. But I trudge through anyway - make my bed [without the charming blue birds who, by the way, never show up], and complete my morning routine. By the time I leave the house the sun is peeking over the horizon, and I start my car in a haze of exhaustion and relief that I'm actually going to get to work early.

I put the car in reverse in an attempt to get my vehicle circled around so I could exit the driveway face-forward. All of a sudden I hear this CLUNKCLUNKCLUNK'ing noise. Was the transmission falling out? Would the engine explode? Did I have a flat tire? I waited with labored breath to see if perhaps the entire vehicle was on the verge of implosion. I didn't hear anymore "clunking", so I threw the car into reverse once again, gassed it - and heard the all-too-familiar sound of metal on metal. Yes, I had been repeatedly slamming into our 1972 Dodge Dart which sat precariously on the edge of the yard and the driveway - mocking me.

I cursed and put the car into gear, dragging the '72 Dart a little as I spun forward in a fit of exhausted rage. Rolling my eyes and muttering obscenities under my breath, I got out of my monster SUV to survey the damage. Thankfully no damage was done to MY car (heh), but I definitely made my mark on the Dart. There it sat - a cavernous dent that glared at me proudly next to the one my Dad had made similarly a few months previous. His weapon of choice had been our PT Cruiser, which thankfully came through unscathed. Like Father like Daughter, I suppose.

I guess it's a good thing that I'll be bringing my new baby home today - a '96 Volvo, gold, with all the trimmings. That sweet thang is gonna be mine to drive, and I'm thrilled! For its sake, I promise, I'll look before I back up. ;-)

H A P P Y
F R I D A Y !

Comments

[LouAnne]

Whew GIRL!!! You are SUCH a writer! I'm laughing, crying, hootin', and wondering, hey, wonder if Sara is going to be around tomorrow when I drive through NC so I can see her new car! :-D YOU GOT A NEW CAR!!!! I can't WAIT to see it! Tell me ALL about it.

I LOVED Molly's bday excursion pics. Y'all just so rawk! wubya, BooAnne

[Stacey]

Oh my heavens!!! That poor Dart. ROFL It sounds like it should be painted with a huge target on it. :-( LOL Can't wait to see pics of the new car!!!

[naomi]

So...... << ???? >> is this just the token let me back into this hunk of metal, car. Would be better than slamming doors don't'cha think.

[naomi]

I won't one of those too in my yard, just for those slamming doors kinda days........wink, wink.

[Dana]

oh honey! I am sure the dart was to blame, probably crept right into your line of driving when it heard you start the motor!
I guess since Dad didn't fix it, you won't have to either??

So, more on the new car please?? How'd you hook up with that?

[de Mama]

Youarecrackinmeupinthemorning!!!!!

((((( Poor-little-dodge-dart-hugs!))))))

[Nattie Gann]

I did something similar to a vintage Mercedes.
Talk about ouch! :-)
Glad you've got a new baby coming.