silver lining, anyone?

unless unicorns & gold dust is code for car crashes and sick dogs, the week did not end as i aspired. as i was convalescing at home, icing my bruised and swollen face, my husband was watching his life flash before his eyes and our car spin across four lanes of interstate. he was on his way to a meeting at the bank when the car hit a wet patch in the slow lane. the car hydroplaned, did three 360s and crashed into the median in the fast lane. miraculously, no one hit him. but our car is totalled. and he has whiplash.

so i figure, let's give this week one last shot to redeem itself with a barbecue and fireworks at the in-laws. actually, we did have a pretty good time. the fireworks were spectacular. the dogs got to run around and bark at stuff. the barbecue was so good there were no leftovers. and i laughed. even though it hurt (what with the stitches and bruising and such), i laughed.

so, we are driving back with the dogs in tow. porkchop is on my lap, tired and exhausted from running rabbits. when about ten minutes from home, he hurls big time. and vomit cascades, as if in slow motion, all down my legs, my sandaled feet, and my favorite leather purse. i am mortified. the rancid smell. the slop squishing between my bare toes. fearing what i am going to see when we reach home and the dome light comes on. and so that's it. the grand finale to cap off the first half of 2007. things have to look up, right?

lil' scar face.

multiple crashes.

first it started with the computer. i was in photoshop editing some new pic of porkchop doing something i obviously thought was so adorable at the time that i had to post it immediately on my blog, when... crash! all was lost. the whole computer shut down. all the photos of chop, of italy, of everything, gone. what do i do? freak out! cry. make my self sick. convince myself it is the end of the world.

luckily my husband stays calm and cool. he used his head and a borrowed hard-drive to retrieve the lost photos and documents and saved them to disks. praise jason! we still need to rebuild our old hard drive. but at least we have all the pieces.

then, last week, on the way to work, i was waiting to merge with traffic, at a yield sign, when... crash #2 happened. hit from behind. that horrible sound. metal on metal. there's nothing like it. it's dreadful. plus, whiplash sucks! so now, i get to deal with insurance companies, doctors, and auto repairs, etc... plus, i really wish i would have changed those cds out of my cd player before the accident. i have some real crap in there! and the cd player is in the trunk. and the trunk is sealed shut by the misplaced bumper.

then, on the way to work this monday, what do i get? a flat tire. and guess what is in the trunk? yep, the spare tire. along with a pile of clothes that i meant to take to the dry cleaner last year. a bunch of crappy cds. choppers life-jacket. a sleeping bag. and a box that holds a kit to build somekind of stringed instrument that one might find at a renaissance festival which my mom gave me which i've been meaning to put together one of these days. so poor jason has to pull all this stuff through the back seat in order to get to the spare. i wasn't with him while he tackled this, but i'm sure there was some good old fashioned cursing going on.

so now, i'm riding around with the contents of my trunk in my back seat. a spare tire in the front seat. and the same crappy cds in the cd player.

hopefully this weekend, i am going to get a new car. jason has an eddie bauer explorer he was going to sell. but i think we are going to fix my car and sell that instead. we will rebuild the computer. i will finally be able to share those awesome shots of porkchop particpating in unbelievably cute antics. i will dontate those drycleaning clothes to charity (if i haven't worn them in over a year, i must not like them that much). purchase some new cds. and vow to keep my new car clean.