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So, Wednesday my daughter crashed my car into a guardrail. She is fine, her new front tooth is fine, my car is totalled. So now, I have to drive the stinky borrowed manual-transmission car and the girls have to coordinate the second car because the 3rd car is undriveable and has to be replaced. Blah. I hate when that happens. And - get this - she did not want to tell me where she was taking said second car because "mom, I'm 20 years old" - right, but where are you taking MY CAR? So when you crash, I will have an idea of how much aggravation I will have visiting you in the hospital and recovering my other car? sheesh.
I have been bad with food, although I did exercise 3 times this week. One step at a time. Woody is still calling me, and I see him at dance, but he has told several people that we broke up so at least I don't have to.
Some days, instead of on a roller coaster, I feel like I live in a bumper-car pavilion. I have been reassured by friends that, for better or worse, this is not likely to change soon.
At least it's Friday! Going out with some friends from work tonight and some other friends tomorrow - hopefully I will have found a new car by tomorrow night.
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