Sometimes in life certain things happen and you can only laugh.

Or you can cry. Today I cried and then laughed. I was a soggy mess of tears and laughter. Bitter, sarcastic laughter.

Let's recap, shall we?

Ahem.

In late August, immediately after I mailed my final car payment, my car broke down in the fast lane on the freeway. The result: $900 repair.

Two weeks later, when pulling out of the 7-11 across the street from my house, I was hit by a fast-moving Volvo (the accident was sort of my fault, but STILL!). The result: $500 to the body shop and no car for two and a half weeks.

One day after my car accident I borrowed B's truck. I immediately scraped and dented the side. The result: $500 repair job.

Today: I was almost home (about 5 minutes away) when the car in front of me braked slightly to avoid a piece of carpet that was flapping around in the lane. I braked slightly as well. The car behind me? Didn't brake. Nope. He slammed on his brakes at the last minute but it was too late; his car skidded forward and slammed into me.

The good news? The damage isn't too bad. The other car's white paint is streaked on the bumper and there are some scratches but it isn't cracked or broken. I'm hoping a body shop can just buff off the white paint. I don't really care about the scratches.

When I called my mom and told her about the accident, you know what she said? She said I should consider having the car blessed. Can you believe that? She's not even very religious. I guess she thinks it's time for drastic. Har.

I can't believe I have to make yet ANOTHER trip to the fucking body shop tomorrow to get an estimate. I wonder if these places have frequent-buyer programs. You know, maybe they can give me a card and punch it every time I come in. I think three times in two and a half months deserves something special, don't you?