$*@! HAPPENS

I had no sooner hit "Publish Post" yesterday before my phone rang. Ross had a dentist appointment to get his permanent crown put on. If you live with me in the southeast, you know we've had some very crazy weather the last week. It will pour down rain. Then it will be sunny. Then the whole thing will start over again. When it rains, though, it really pours. I'm guessing that's where that saying actually came from was from a weather pattern like this one.

Yesterday afternoon we were in a "pour down" time period. Ross slid into the back end of the car in front of him at a stop light. He said he put his brakes on, but his truck just skid and he rear-ended the car. They were all preparing to stop for the light, so he was going pretty slow, about 5 miles an hour. Thankfully, no one was hurt. The car he hit had three people inside. His big truck just rolled over their bumper and trunk. It tore their car up pretty bad. His truck may need a new front bumper and grille and that's only because it hurts his feelings that it looks like it does. It really doesn't look that bad.

He apologized to me over and over "for all this". He had two other wrecks in 2006 and totaled out two different cars. The sad and ironic part is that he's really a very good driver. One of the

'06 wrecks was coming off of our insurance in just a few weeks.

While I'm so thankful that no one was hurt and that the accident wasn't any worse than it was, although it was plenty bad enough, I'm in the dumps today. Big time. When I'm done with this, I've got to call my insurance company. My insurance cost me more than a very nice car payment each month. Wonder what it'll cost now? Maybe a very nice house payment? That's if they keep me. They may not. Then I ponder the idea of just paying for the other guy's car. It was an older model Saturn. The way cars diminish value, it probably wouldn't be worth but a few thousand dollars. I'm just not sure what to do. My head is throbbing with every beat of my heart, which, by the way, is beating too fast I'm sure, and both feel like they weigh at least 100 pounds.

Even though he's 20 3/4 years old and going to school and working, he still needs his mama. I did at least find that out yesterday. He didn't want me to hang up the phone with him until I was almost at the accident scene. He was freaking out. It broke my heart to sit and watch him handle all that by himself. Tore me up. But watch I did. I stayed out of it. I let him take care of everything. He's practically a man now. But believe me, I hovered close by just in case he needed me. I imagine I'll always do that. At least every chance I get. He got a ticket, but the policeman hated to give it to him. He told Ross that "shit happens." I guess he's right.

Till tomorrow.