OH. MY. GOD.

Today is the day before vacation and I'm super excited about going on vacation but OH MY GOD, if I didn't get in a wreck YESTER-FUCKING-DAY.

Stupid lady decided to make a right turn from the far left lane and, most importantly, didn't check her blind spot that I just so happened to be in as I was heading west on 10th Street to pick up Mols from work.

So this was the result:

My poor broken baby!!

To make matters worse? I totally thought I could just drop the car off at the body shop today (THE DAY BEFORE WE LEAVE ON FUCKING VACATION) and they could fix it magically while we're out of town and then I'd even save crazy lady's insurance the cost of a rental car. But fucking NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Stupid lady hasn't filed on her insurance yet, so until she does that I have to get a police report which takes FIVE TO SEVEN FUCKING days to be filed.

So, no getting it fixed while gone. And even worse? That means I'll be without my darling little convertible during beautiful sunny time in the ATL while it's in the body shop. Poor little broken baby.

Grrrr.

Anyway, I'm off to pack and shit.