Blue

Do you remember the young Leann Rimes floating in a pool singing "Bluuuueeeee, uuueee, uueee, uueee, Oh so lonesome for you....". Yeah, she has a great voice. Or did. I haven't heard her in a while.

Anyhow, I got a new car. A BRAND NEW CAR!!! My first BRAND NEW CAR EVER!

Introducing....Blue:



Isn't she lovely?



I've always wanted a new car. One without dog scratches, dog hair, windshield nicks....I've never had a PERFECT car. And this, this ladies and gentlemen was a perfect car. Power everything. Air conditioning. I love her.

I took her on her first-ever highway drive on Monday. She was one week old. I needed to take my ma to a doctor appointment to Sudbury. We were happy - good appointment, good music. My ma wanted the latest Lionel Ritchie CD, so while she was getting her check up I went out and bought it. On our drive back, we were in the middle of "Easy on Sunday morning" when I saw them.

I screamed out "NOOOOOO!!!" as we were driving down the highway back to the city. ** Here's a hint: don't scream suddenly when you are driving with someone who has just had an appointment with a heart doctor.

My ma screamed: "WWWHHHHAAAATTTT?"

Then...CRAQUE! Yes, this was a French CRAQUE, not an English "crack".  You need the hard "r" here and the lingering hardness of the "que".

So, back to the story:

"CRAQUE!"

Two rocks tried to make a home in my winshield. My windshield resisted them.

Me: MY NEW F*CKING CAR!

My ma: OH MY GOD!

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my life.

Ma (head in hands): I can't even look. This is my fault. I think I'm going to throw up.

Me: Yes, ma, it's your fault. Actually, let's blame your parents for giving you this heart. Actually, let's blame the doctor for making the appointment TODAY, of all days.

Ma: Ok, ok, I get it.

Me (trying to stay positive, but secretly almost spewing more obscenities): It's fixable! No worries, it's fixable!

Of COURSE I worries about it the whole way home. Of COURSE I concocted different scenarios for the insurance agency. Crying. Wailing. Guilt. I considered it all. But, in the end I decided to go to our local Speedy Glass.

After I explained the situation, the guy came out to look.

Him: "Oh, this looks bad."

Me: "Bad?"

Him: "Yeah, it looks deep. Not sure what I can do, but let me see."

Me: "OK. When should I bring it back?"

Him: "Gimme the keys and I'll try now. No promises, but I'll see what I can do."

To make a long story even longer, he worked on it. I was a super-star client, helping them out while I waited, and he gave me a discount. And when my car came out....

Well....

I wish I had before photos. It is less than half of what it was. Although it still bugs me greatly. MY NEW CAR!!! MY BABY!

My life. MY LIFE!