Crap crapity crap.

This morning I was driving to the gym and I hit another car in the parking lot. I haven’t ever had problems pulling into a spot and nothing distracted me. Nothing except it was in the 20’s last night and I was probably colder than I should have been. I really don’t think I did much damage to the other car. I forgot to take a picture, but I remember a scuff on the fender and on the wheel cover. My bumper, however, shattered. I’m guessing that the 20-something degree weather wasn’t great for the plastic.

It looks pretty bad, but that metallic looking thing on the ground is a rubber gasket. Did I mention I was going to drive over to the Toyota dealer today to try to get his ass moving on my new Prius? I actually called the dealer today and he’s so busy that he couldn’t talk. Just my luck.

So other than that I just finished my mom’s taxes today while I waited for the Toyota guy to call back. He promised to call me back, but did tell me he was incredibly busy. Buying a car is never easy and, as an online friend pointed out, nobody calls you back unless you’re buying a high-end car.

And finally, in inappropriate comments of the day, a very attractive gym friend (with a good sense of humor, I didn’t spring this on just anyone) broke up with her fiancée recently. (As an editorial comment, he’s an idiot.) So I asked her about this. “So you’re single now? So this means that the only reason you’re not going out with me is my own personal failings?” Yeah. Like we say, what do engineers use for birth control? Our personalities.