So yesterday on our way to Hayden's football game we got in a car accident. Anyone who knows me, knows I have extreme anxiety in the car BECAUSE of car accidents. So you can imagine what a wuss I am when it comes to them. As soon as I realized what happened and that my body was hurting, I became hysterical. As traffic stopped and pedestrians watched, I looked around and everyone was staring at me. I'm sure by the looks of my hysteria, they thought I was really injured. Like a broken neck or arm...maybe even my leg getting cut off. So when I stepped out of husbands smashed truck with only a broken necklace, purse, a cut, some bruises, burns and mascara running down my face, I think it's safe to say everyone was a little disappointed. Well they needed to just get over it because I was in pain. Still am in fact. Worse. I feel like my whole body got scrunched up like an accordion. No one is digging my grave, so that, I am extremely grateful for.
Bryce, Honey, Sugar... I'm not mad at you. Yeah it was your fault, and I got hurt, and you didn't, but your precious baby got smashed (the truck, not me) and that's enough to worry about. So just know you are forgiven and I know that accidents happen.
My poor, damaged arm from the airbag :(
Thank you GG for coming to rescue me, and for feeding us. Thank you Brian and Troy for coming to rescue Bryce. Also, thanks for the vicodin...I'm sorry to say it did nothing for me. Thank you man that we hit, for not yelling at my husband and for asking me if I was okay. Now Copper that gave my husband the ticket...you should have given him a break....I mean, you worked with my dad after all.