Oh yeah, and I got rear-ended on Friday.

Zack and I got stuck in stop-and-go traffic on the way to get Michael a.k.a. he-who-had-his-wisdom-teeth-removed.  After stopping, going, and crawling along the highway at no faster than 10 mph, we got hit from behind by a TCU student in a very small tank top and a very large (bright yellow) SUV.  We pulled over on the side of the highway and she and I exchanged information while Zack buzzed around conducting his own crime scene investigation.  I was frustrated and looking for a pad of paper in my purse, and shuffing off her 1,000,000 apologies while he was covertly using his cell phone to take pictures of the damage, her licence plate #, and recording bits of ‘important information’ on his voice recorder.  I didn’t even realize he was doing all of that because I was so blinded by my annoyance. 

Obviously, nobody was hurt.  I’m not so shallow and bothered that I could talk this flippantly about a car wreck if this post was going to end with, “And the thirty other people involved in the 90 car pile up all had to go to the hospital for near-mortal wounds.”

After we got back in the car, Zack informed that when she hopped out of the car she confessed to having been in several wrecks recently as well as saying, “I fell asleep, I’m not going to lie.”  My old lady response to her irresponsible youth was to complain to Zack for the rest of the trip to Denton about how A 30 MINUTE NAP WILL NOT RUIN YOUR SOCIAL LIFE, MISSY.  I also called my daddy to complain.  Rather than pointing out to me that I don’t have to call him to tel him about wrecks anymore, he just congratulated me on my lack of hysterics.  Last time I got in a wreck (a.k.a. murdered Bambi with the Jetta 2 years ago) I cried for hours on the phone with my parents, and they had to talk me off a ledge as I hyperventilated in my car.  In contrast, dad is right.  My “wreckless youth” diatribe was extremely moderate.  I mean, I’m glad that she fell asleep in stop-and-go traffic, not on highway-blast-on-cruise-control.  On the other hand, my bumper and I are really bothered.