I'll Get You My Pretty *evil cackle*

pretty much everyone knows how obsessed i am with my car, my little red mini. i talk about her all of the time. i shine with pride when someone admires her perkiness, her handling ... her gas mileage. j teases me because he says i derive way too much pleasure from driving her around the neighborhood to the hoots and hollars of the local kids...

well i've been smitted (or is that smitten?). i angered God and she decided to remind me who is boss...

last night i pulled up to a stop sign. looked both ways. signalled for my turn. looked both ways again. and made a slow right turn ..... BAM!!!!!!!!!!! BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a jetta, perhaps going a little too fast ran through the intersection (she did have the right of way as the local cops so gallantly reminded me) and hit my baby on the front driver's side. to add insult to injury, i was pushed right into a tree.

i am fine. and everyone has told me that i'm very lucky i was not hurt...but my little mini...she ain't lookin' so good. unlike humpty dumpty though, word is that she will be put together again...i hope.

if that weren't bad enough, it appears that i'm at fault. again, because the crazed jetta had "the right of way."

perhaps this was my "trick." hopefully, i'm due for a treat.