Truck vs Miata = Disaster

It started off as a Good Day. By Mid-Day, it started to be the slippery slope of Not So Good. Then it descended to Real Bad. Then it was a page from the book :

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

But it finally ended on a good note as we went out to dinner to the Veggie Grill with our company. The End.

Wait! The audience wants to know! How come it was a T,H,NG,VBD?????

Ahhh...Let me explain. 

Slept in a bit. Got up and ate some WAFFLES FROM HEAVEN. YUM YUM and Schnausage (faux sausage) (Our company had left early to go kayaking) Then DH helped me frost my hair, yup, pulled strands through the funny looking cap. He seemed somewhat quizzical as to what the heck I was wearing on my head. I tried to convince him I was communicating with aliens, which for some reason he didn't question. It was to be a "run the errands" kind of day and a movie. It didn't quite pan out that way. We decided to take the Miata (DH's baby) out for a spin. It was kind of a Miata day. (plus easy to park) We were taking a large package to the post office, so it was up front under my feet. So a birthday gift consisting of a six pack of brewski was put in the trunk. PO, check. Friend's house for his birthday, check. Off to the movie, check. Until....we were getting onto the bridge from a very long ramp of cars. On this particular ramp, you have to really lean over and look to the right to see if there is a break in the cars so you can get onto the bridge. Being a small car, as is the Miata, it is tough to gauge cars coming, but with me riding shotgun, I could see better than hubby. He creeps out and then stops, as cars come fast and furious (not the movie, and not the Mexican gun running sting) and then BOOM, hit from behind by a truck. DH get out and then indicates he would pull over at the top of the ramp so as to not impact cars behind. Poor little Miata: It is fiberglass. It does not do well against steel bumpers. It was completely cracked, everything pushed in, and the trunk cannot be opened. Info exchanged, we are on our way, and here's where it gets really bad: We were 15 minutes late for the movie...but dang it, we had driven clear across town for this (it is a second run movie and not playing anywhere near us) I HATE being late for a movie. But what the heck...

Now here's where Pollyanna-look-on-the-bright-side-glad game comes in: We had already delivered the beer, which had been in our trunk only a few minutes earlier, and now we couldn't open the trunk AND had the beer still been in the trunk, it might have busted open and they might have decided we were drinking and driving. (I mean if you smelled beer and saw broken bottles in a car, isn't that what YOU would think? ) Whew! Dodged that bullet! And let me just say about this fellow's insurance company: USAA: It was started by the military in 1922 for returning Vets as they were considered a high risk group for auto insurance and has since branched out to other types of insurance. We were totally unfamiliar with the company, but we were sold. By the time the movie ended, they already had the info, directed us to an auto body shop near us, and lined up a rental car. Very impressive. What could have ended on a sour note, was a pleasant surprise. Then off to dinner...and let me also give a shout out to the Veggie Grill. It is vegan so I don't have to question whether a product has dairy. It just doesn't have any at all.  It gets 5 stars on my YUM scale. 

Best part of the day? Watching my dear sweet hubby who never ever gets flustered calmly take care of business. He who gets rear-ended, was glad handing the poor guy who did it. He was practically his best bud by the time we left. He was kind, considerate, unflappable. You just gotta love this man. Plus my hair looks frickin' awesome! Thanks babe. He can remodel a bathroom AND frost his wife's hair. Too cool. Women want him, Men wanna be him. And I Got Him. Nanner-Nanner-Nanner. (wow, I am breath taking in my maturity level!)