Sometimes stuff just happens. Such was the case with a certain person I gave birth to who had a wreck in his brand new car a few weeks ago. Well, damn. It happens. What I did not know since we were out of town was the extent of the damage. Once again well, damn. When I got the news yesterday that his car was little more than a hunk of crushed steel, my first thought was oh, **** and then thank you, God, that no one was hurt, or worse.
Not knowing how this was going to play out, I said my prayers and just went on about my day. As it turns out, my son made a brilliant decision when he purchased the car, and bought Gap insurance. Can I tell you I didn't even know there was such a thing?? Color me clueless. What Gap insurance does is cover the gap your car insurance doesn't cover if your car gets creamed or just banged up. I knew he was brilliant--and handsome, and funny as all get out. I also knew he could and would work it all out himself with out his momma's help---like I'd really be any in the first place. (I did try to cheerlead a little for him but was immediately told to button it.) First, last, and always a mother. Sorry...it's my default setting.
Wow. Tough stuff to deal with but I will say he's dealing with it all like a man and I am so proud of him. (If he reads this I am soooo gonna get killed but tough bananas.) It's my blog and I get to say what I want.
Now, that said, the secret I referred to last week is burning a hole in my throat not to blab, but I only have to keep my trap shut for a few more days, and then I can let it rip. You are gonna pee your Depends when you find out what it is--Lord knows I sure did!
So with that, and that mean awful dangling of bait I have left you with, I will close telling you to have a safe and happy weekend and to cyber shop if you can. Going to the Mall or fighting the traffic is just not worth it--on any level. If you can't buy it online or they won't ship it to you for free, it ain't worth havin'. Tell 'um I said so.
And that's just how I see it.
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