oops
So, yeah, I had an accident in the blue car last Tuesday. I didn’t say anything earlier because I wanted the family to know I (and the little Barnes) was okay and that nothing really happened afterall.
I made the mistake of calling Dave right away and uttering the words, “I had an accident. Um, a car accident.” which proceeded to send all kinds of serious thoughts through his head. All a man needs to stress him out is his wife, his pregnant wife in a car accident.
So, I was just clumsy… I turned right too tightly at an intersection under heavy construction and one of the concrete barrier blocks was sticking out about 6-8 inches farther than the one in front of it and I didn’t compensate for the sticking-out-block of concrete so it swiped the side of the saturn. At least it was just the doors and at least those doors are plastic. They are not “dented” as metal would be dented, but the plastic is scraped bare and pretty roughed up by the incident.
I know being pregnant makes me clumsy, I just didn’t know it would make me dangerous as well. -Jen