Oh, right sarcasm doesnt print very well.
So you know how I was in Saskatchewan for a month? I was there that long waiting for my dad to fix my car. I loved it. Custom paint color and everything. Made to look like it was a Z24, when it was simply a cavalier.
Can anyone guess where this is going?
That's right everyone, my car was in an accident last night. Well, I guess I was too. I hit a fucking deer. In town. Going 10km under the speed limit even. Although in the interest of full disclosure, the bastard ran into me. Drivers fender. It looks really pretty now.
I have had my car back for 9 days. My dad has had it for over a year, and seriously not even two weeks back, it gets wrecked. Can you fucking believe my luck?
Seriously though, I blame my dad. This is because he called me every day to see if I'd wrecked my car yet. He jinxed it. Even he thinks so. At least they didn't tell my brothers yet, cause I don't think I would be able to handle the harassing.
The part that really had me crying is that just yesterday I had made an appointment in Calgary at a 4d ultrasound place and wasn't sure I would still be able to go. I've decided I'm still going. Cause if I didn't take that appointment they wouldn't be able to get me in until the end of February. And that just wasn't cool with me.
Can you guys imagine how the phone call with my dad went last night? Hi dad, guess what? I just fucking wrecked my damn car! How does this make you feel? Honestly though, I was too chicken shit to talk directly to him so I told my mom. Apparently he had to go lay down and cuddle his dog and tell him his problems.
PS Sarah, my parents have another dog now, my dad found a puppy the day I left. So Parker has a new little brother (rolls eyes). Another dog hitting the fucking jackpot in life.