Today, we were going to run some errands and go to the local walking trail and get gas for our mower and so on. On my way out, I stopped at Judy's next door to see if she needed mower gas, too. Matt was going to mow Tuesday over there while she is not feeling well. Already I am 2 points to the good for karma. I am helping a neighbor and helping my husband. She's has enough gas, so I head out. BAM.
I backed into the pole for the security light. Not one of 5 things or 10 things to avoid, not a rock that was 4 feet high and impossible to see out the rear-view, but a 25 foot tall pole that has been there, in the same place, for the past 15 years and then some. I have seen it almost every single day of my life here. The kids and I have gone down to watch bats swoop around it on summer nights more than a few times.
I smashed out the tail light cover, banged up the bumper and dented the side panel on the van. I picked up all the shards and taped them back together and taped them on the van, I have to get Chan and Jake to the ortho in the morning. 2 missed appointments would be $90. They don't screw around with last-minute cancellations and they blocked a whole hour for Chan because she's getting her braces put on tomorrow. (Jake told her they use a hot glue gun)
I THINK I can just replace the cover, but the housing is kind of bent up, so I am not really sure. I sent out e-mails to several junkyards that have Kias hoping I can score one that way. They run just under $70 new, so it's not the end of the world, just sucky as all get out because I really love my van and now she has been banged up on both sides. That WAS my pretty side.
