I've discovered that my average time for going without harming my car is approximately 4.5 years. When I was in high school, I had my first incident. I was coming down an icy hill, and at the bottom was a Volkswagen van, going in reverse, attempting to get up enough of a running start to get up the next hill. Well, I simply braked and my car went off to the right, nearly missing tumbling into Beargrass Creek. This ultimately cost my car its transmission. The second incident (completely my fault) was about three years later, when I went to turn left on to Bardstown Road, crossing two lanes of traffic. I pulled in front of a work van and smooshed my front driver's side. On Friday, I had my third accident, and the entire passenger side of my little Corolla was incredibly smooshed. I'm pretty sure the car is totaled, which in a way is nice, because I can get a new one. But that car has been through a lot. It's been to New Orleans (the last official trip the four ladies took together) then to Tuskeegee (a poorly-thought-out trip for which Y will never forgive me) then to Florida. It's been to Lexington more times than I can count, and has worked pretty hard these past 6 years.
Now, the window is gone, the frame is bent and there's glass EVERYWHERE. From behind, it looks like the car has had liposuction on one side - it's got half of a perfect hourglass figure.

And the completely sucky part of all this is that the police report (with all of the chick's insurance information) hasn't been processed yet, so I've got to wait until that posts before I can even think of getting a rental. And getting the children to where they need to be plus getting the two adults to work with only one car is no picnic. (this is not to say that millions of people do it every day, and without all the bitching. I'm just frustrated and complaining. so there)

And, because I don't want this post to be all gloom-and-doom, Midget 2.0 turned 1 on 30 April. I can't believe it's been a full year since his debut.