"I'm not quite that much of a sissy"

On Friday night J worked until about 8:30. On his way home (about a 15-20 minute drive) he hit a deer. Or rather, a deer hit him. The headlight was smashed, his already banged up hood was banged up a little more, and the left side of his windshield completely smashed.

He was okay, and for that we are grateful. Truly.

If you are concerned about the deer or wonder what happened to it, perhaps you shouldn't be reading this blog. I'm just sayin'.

Being the super-efficient and caring wife that I am, I talked down the price on a windshield and had a new one in place by noon on Monday. Despite the $200 chunk out of our bank account, we were happy. Jay had a nice new windshield, worth approximately 5 times more than his entire car, and we wouldn't have to drive him to work in the morning.

This morning he left to the normal and incessant shouts of "ByeILoveyuh, byeloveyuh, byeloveyuh!" from Bo (a whole 'nother post in an of itself), Avee wailing because I wouldn't put Dora in at the crack of dawn because I have to maintain some semblance of sanity for at least 12 more hours, and Danyo cooing and singing just as cute as cute can be.

10 minutes later J calls me to tell me that his unlatched hood flew up and smashed into the windshield and cracked it all over again.

Not even 24 hours old.

I wanted to throw up.

I didn't.

J couldn't get the hood to latch so he drove back home and had us take him to work. We really like the man so that part was enjoyable. Bo wasn't so keen on the hard, hard, work of putting on shoes and as a result got grounded from the computer for the day. When simple tasks stop being insurmountable, perhaps he will get computer privileges back.

When I jumped into the passenger seat, I looked at J's face to try and get a read on how he was feeling. I didn't see him looking like he wanted to throw up, like me, so I thought I'd give him a lead to open up and just let it all out. "Doesn't this just make you want to cry?"

To which he replied, "I'm not quite that much of a sissy, but it is really depressing."

Putting any more money into this car, while beloved and has saved us tons of money (in lack of break-ins, if nothing else) would be silly. So I guess we are in the market for a new beater car.

Ugh.