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Errands for tomorrow:

Return rental
Meet Ari, Ruby's, 9am - cinnamon roll french toast!
Trek out to Bothell to meet tow truck at Mira
Head down to the dealership in Southcenter to get Miss Mira as fixed up as possible
post office: send out secret santa gift, return Netflix

library: return book that is *cough* three months overdue *cough*
Bartell's: gauze pads and surgical tape, possibly ace bandage. Price out replacement ankles.
review pantry to amend holiday baking shopping list as necessary
ponder adding rice chex-ie (no gluten!) treats to holiday baking list, though it is already lengthy
Credit union to deposit Mr Pig
Bank to deposit check
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So the last 36 hours have been interesting, heh.

Mira and the Truck Drivin' Man: 1:45pm Thursday

I was stopped at a stoplight on the way to [ profile] lycantras's house for Thanksgiving dinner, with two pies in the hatchback and my new crockpot full of green bean casserole on the floor of the passenger side. All of a sudden I hear a loud THWACK and a loud grindy noise, and realize that I am being suddenly propelled forward car and all. After a second, it clicks that I have just been rear-ended by a semi, as given away by the GIANT MOTHER-EFFING SEMI GRILL that is all I can see in my rear view mirror, and that I am BY GOD STUCK ON ITS FRONT BUMPER, and I smack Mira's gearshift into neutral and start laying on the horn (meanwhile screaming WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GOD YOU ASSHOLE.) After a block or so, he slows down, seeming to realize that oh hay that is not a bug on my car, and I am able to get back into gear and get free. I pulled into a parking lot, and he sllloooowwwwwly jacks around into the same parking lot.

Upon getting out of his truck, the first goddamn thing he says to me is "Your car is too small, how was I supposed to see it?" WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GOD YOU ASSHOLE. He continued to make comments to that effect throughout the insurance-info-exchanging process, and I continued to say (very calmly) that while yes, my car IS small, she is still a licensed and registered road-worthy vehicle, and is at least five or six times the size of a motorcycle, and had he done the same thing to someone on a motorcycle he probably would have killed them, and that the size of other vehicles on the road does not negate his responsibility as a driver to BE AWARE OF THEM and not RUN THEM OVER AND SHOVE THEM DOWN THE DAMN HIGHWAY.

Paperwork and information exchanged, I went on my way (turns out the parking lot we pulled into is the very place to which he was supposed to be making his delivery) to Heather's and my low-tire-pressure light went on right about the time I got to her place. I was pretty sure the tire was toast. I took in the pies and the surviving green bean casserole, mopped up the spilled casserole with a handful of paper towels and a handful of snow, and helped get dinner on the table. :)

Thanksgiving dinner: Thursday evening

Fabulous stuff. Turkey and ham and two kinds of stuffing and about twelve kinds of mashed potatoes and two kinds of green bean casserole and rolls and all sorts of other good stuff I didn't even get to. And six kinds of pie. We ate and made merry and sort of half-ass watched Star Trek and four episodes of Firefly and hung out and had a good time.

Kieth happened to fall right into the category of people I needed: (a) access to a vehicle, (b) awake at 3am, (c) without other plans at 3am, and (d) willing to drive me to work at the aforementioned 3am. So he and his roomie drove me and Victor to our respective places (leaving Miss Mira with her handicap in Heather's driveway), then he was kind enough to return to take me to work at oh-dark-hundred.

Working big-box retail on Black Friday: Friday morning

I did not go to sleep on Thursday night. Got home that night, called my insurance company, did a bit of research into Mira-fixing options, arranged a rental until Tuesday morning, took a nice hot bath, read for a while. Went to work. Work was cake.

After work, I went shopping and did quite well - between Black Friday sales, coupons I'd been saving up, and various employee and store-card discounts, I finished my Christmas shopping and bought myself a new laundry hamper and a couple of tops for under $100. I picked up my rental car from Enterprise, where a Rainbow friend's husband tried to give me the hookup - I declined the free upgrade he offered me, on the grounds that smaller cars are better for me, so he instead noted it as having a quarter-tank of gas instead of the half-tank it had to save me a few bucks there. Nice guy. :)

Only in my world is a Chevy Aveo freakin' huge. :) Anyway, I came home and the PLAN was to wrap all my Christmas presents and stuff.

What actually happened: Friday afternoon/evening

My dad called right after I walked in the door - my sister had seen my Facebook post about the accident, in which I said "semi" and "I'm fine" and not much more detail than that, so they wanted to check in. After that, my insurance lady called to tell me that she'd talked to the semi driver, who had no issue telling her that it was his fault, he'd run into me because he just hadn't seen me, so I shouldn't have any problems having his insurance pay for my rental, my tire and my bumper repairs. Fab.

I sat down in front of my tv to watch a bit of movie and wrap. My router was being a pain, so watching movie was not worky. (It was one of those things where if I just left it alone for a while, it worked fine later.) I wrapped one present, realized that I have no gift tags left, and noted that my vision was totally blurry, because I was now going on ... 36 hours with no sleep. I put the present on the table, staggered up the ladder into my bed, and zonked out for three hours. Then I got up, zoned out a bit more on the floor, and came over to my computer to write this post. I *think* I am going to try to wrap a couple more presents, and then go back to bed, because I work at 8am tomorrow and am still currently yawning like a jaw-cracking thing.
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To anybody in the world who has ever lectured me on how my tinycar cannot possibly be safe: Bite me. Seriously.

This is my tinycar after we were rear-ended by a semi and pushed a block and a half down the Bothell-Everett Highway.

Total damage: 2-3 puncture wounds in her back bumper and a blown back driver's side tire. And half a pot of green bean casserole tipped over in the passenger footwell. The pies in the back hatch were untouched.

Of course, because of the blown back tire, I had to leave her at Heather's. Kieth is being kind enough to drive me to work at 3:15am. I'm not sure what's going to happen after that - I have to be at work at 8 on Saturday, so hopefully I can get the tire replaced tomorrow after work. Gotta make some calls - today being Thanksgiving throws that all off-kilter.

Between my work schedule and the dealership's hours, probably can't get her towed and fixed til Tuesday. Have arranged for a rental car from after work tomorrow until Tuesday noon. I called my insurance company and got things started with them - hopefully, the other guy's insurance company will reimburse me for the rental and the tire replacement, but I have to get those done either way. I'm not paying for puncture holes in a plastic bumper though - either his insurance will pay for that fix, or they'll stay there. Not that huge a deal.


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