Looks like I spoke too soon..

   A half an hour after I published the last post titled "Boring Post" I decided to take a shower to wash all the paint off from the painting my table.  While I was in there, I heard the loudest CRUNCH!!!! It sounded awful.  Metal on metal, screeching brakes.  Then somehow, I forgot all about it.  I was finishing my makeup when I heard a knock on my door.  It was my mother in law with a terrible look on her face.  She told me my car just got hit.  I looked outside and saw: 

 Where did my trunk go? (In case you were wondering, my car is, well was, the white one)

             It just hurts to look at

   My car looks like the flying nun from the front.  I guess the universe decided my life needed some spicing up.  A student at UVU was driving home from class and looked down to pick something up (probably code for "was texting") and hit my poor car.  He hit it so hard that it moved the car about 12 feet forward.  The blessings in this situation are: Blake and I decided after an embarrassingly large number of months to clean out our trunk TWO days ago! We took a bunch of stuff out that would have been crushed to death and left mostly blankets inside.  Blessing #2 the guy who hit my car had a baby 2 weeks ago, SUCH  a blessing his baby wasn't in the car.  His airbags deployed and he blacked out for a minute, his baby could have been really hurt. Blessing #3 no one was hurt.  Blessing (in disguise) #4 Our car is probably totaled and the insurance company is probably just going to have to give us a check instead of fixing it, so.. new car? (This is going to take some time for me to see it as a blessing because I loved my honda and it was the best, most reliable car that we could have had for a long, long time.) 


   Anyway Blake had a nice surprise waiting for him when he came home from work, and I learned to never ever publicly declare that anything about my life is "boring" ever again.