Can last week be over please?

What a week it was. One very close call on the highway, followed by three days later one accident in town. What are the odds?

On Friday night Emma and Olivia were on their way to a baseball game and about 3 minutes after they left I got a phone call from Emma saying they'd been in a wreck. I've gotten these calls in the past and it's never a good phone call. John and I QUICKLY got in the car and drove to the scene which was very near our house. By the time we arrived, the police had already been called and the little old lady, whose fault it was, seemed fine. Our daughters, who were fine as well, explained what happened involving a traffic circle and yield signs and they had the right of way and the lady may or may not have seen the yield sign, but even if she did, she didn't think it applied to her. Whatever. The policeman was soon there to sort the whole thing out and after a bit of discussion, I overheard with the "blue hair," it was evident she was throwing Olivia, who was driving, under the bus! Pu shu. In other words, she said it wasn't her fault. My sympathy for her was waning as the officer then went over to my girls and asked for their version of the incident, and quickly told them he knew from the damage and point of impact that it was clearly the lady's fault. So after a very short discussion, he let the four of us go, and off they went for a brief stop at Melanie's, only to discover when they got back in the truck, it wouldn't start. Oh happy day. So off John went again to see what the problem was and what he discovered first hand was, it wouldn't start. Duh, did you think anything different after the week we'd been having? Anyway, the girls, using my car, finally made it safely to the baseball game in the 7th inning.

A few hours later, the truck actually started, with no explanation from itself about what was wrong with it in the first place. I of course had earlier AND immediately pointed to the wreck as the reason for the not starting, while John was of the school that it was sheer coincidence, which I found completely RIDICULOUS. Especially when he said, "The starter is NO WHERE NEAR the point of impact." Impact shmempact. NO WAY was it coincidence! But then, after a few tense moments, he admitted he was wrong and then we smiled and laughed and had a long discussion about bunnies and happiness and then we went for the kind of ice cream you can eat forever and doesn't make you fat. OR we had a medium sized argument followed by the two of us sitting silently across the room from each other as I worked on perfecting my seething glare. Unfortunately the practice was to no avail, because he was too busy ignoring me and therefore it....the seething glare that is.

So, to sum up the weekend:
Two of our daughters were in a wreck.
The truck wouldn't start.
Then the truck started.
The truck is still starting.
The insurance peeps have been contacted.
My seething glare still needs A LOT of work.
And John's driving around in one classy looking crunched vehicle, until it gets repaired.

At least the little old lady was kind enough to confine all the damage to just the one door.

Just another weekend in the life....