Now my little Scion is totalled. Himself allowed The Boy to take the car and, as he was exiting a gas station, the front driver’s side quarter panel was hit pushing the wheel under the car. The Boy wasn’t at fault and he was not injured, thanks be to God.
I really don’t care about the car. I care that my boy wasn’t injured. I care that Himself and I disagree about allowing The Boy to use one of our cars when he still hasn’t gotten a job and hasn’t put one drop of gasoline in either of our cars. I care that The Boy doesn’t know the value of keeping a job and paying some of his own bills. I care that he will be eighteen next week without enough responsibility.
As Forrest Gump would say, that’s all I have to say about that.
Isabella is such a sharing child. The Boy and I now have her cold. It is sooo miserable! I don’t mean to be whiny but I don’t feel well! Two weeks of misery. Sleepless nights. Runny nose. Coughing and sore throat.
I’m finished complaining. Thanks for letting me get that out.
It is about 90 degrees F here in the great Atlantic Northeast of the United States! Yes. This is October in the northern hemisphere. Global warming? I doubt it. Supposed to drop thirty degrees or so in a couple of days. I am truly looking forward to that. Bring on the jacket weather!
Aren’t you new visitors just thrilled to have come by when I write a negative entry? I promise you that I am usually more upbeat than this. However, my son did total my car and I have a cold and my house is a mess not to mention……….
Blessings to all, gail