The universe has decided to tell us that we are number one. And not in a good way.
After reading my depressing blog post yesterday, the universe decided it would be fun to fuck up my day even more.
Joey got into a car accident.
He's okay. We aren't sure about the Jeep. The tow truck wasn't able to drop it off at the dealership's collision center until almost nine last night, so they were already closed. We should hear from them, as well as the insurance appraiser, sometime today.
It was Joey's fault. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't angry. But truthfully, I was/am mostly angry at our luck. It gets back to the fact that nothing ever goes right for us.
So this morning, I'd like to ask the universe a big favor:
GIVE US A FUCKING BREAK ALREADY, WOULD YOU?
Thanks for indulging me.