Super Abnormal
Ever do something so completely stupid and asinine you wish you were one of those contortionists so you could kick your own ass ?
Yea, me too.
I was in such a hurry to get out of here and get to work the other day that I backed into my dad’s truck. In my own driveway.
I simply forgot it was there and just zipped right into it. Oops. CRASH! CRUNCH ! POW !
Normally, I would have been FREAKING OUT AT DEFCON 5.
But I am no longer normal. I am standing on my own two (often unsteady) feet through widowhood, probate hell, losing my father to cancer and taking care of my mother and the two homes/yards between us, and in between all of that managing to work three jobs, take care of these crazy ass dogs and still have a life.
I am SUPER ABNORMAL ! And I like it.
When you look at a dent and a broken window and then compare it to watching the loves of your life die, wondering if you’ll get to keep your house while lawyers diddle around with the estate rightfully left to you and all of the other crap ? It’s not so bad.
It’s just broken glass. It’s just a car.
I have insurance. I have two other cars to drive. I’m lucky.
I’m lucky that I’m super abnormal.
Or else I would be CRAZY !
P.S. Of course, my dad’s truck is just fine. Like a Rock.
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Just a cajun gulf coast girl trying to wade through widowhood with the help of two terriers, chocolate and lots of wine. Always on the lookout for a little lagniappe.
Dawg always says: Don’t sweat the small stuff. It’s all small stuff.
All I keep thinking is “I hope she can find new stickers to replace the ones they’re gonna take off fixing the car.”
I’m pretty sure stress makes you clumsy/clumsier. A few months after my husband died I fell down my front steps. Just got a little banged up – nothing serious. I’m with you on the perspective thing – you realize how unimportant most things are.
I’m wishing better days for you girlie!
Yep, been there, done that. With me, it was in the parking lot of grocery store. Just backed out, and there was a car! I just dissolved, wondering how I was going to handle it because my husband was in Viet Nam and I was a big girl. Yeah, right.
To echo Christine, stress does contribute to absent-mindedness.
(((HUGS)))
I am so like you. Yep, it’s all small stuff.
When my son got his first NEW car, my husband hit it twice…in the driveway. Did more damage to our own Blazer than he did to kid’s Element. Needless to say, kid started parking in front of the house after that. It’s just good to know that you didn’t freak out!
I have backed into something in EVERY car, SUV or truck I’ve owned!
I backed into a lamp post with my Land Rover two days after I bought it. I backed into a building one day after buying my Jeep, and tree three days after buying the SUV I drive now, I backed into a tree. I haven’t had a ticket since 1992 and I’ve never caused an accident. But I can’t stop backing into things!
You so don’t deserve this. And believe me when I tell you that I WISH this was the BIG STUFF in your life – and that the loves of your life were here to laugh with you!
((HUGS)) It’s only a car sweetie.
Hoping the glass guy gets there to fix it soon.