And then it was September 22nd.
Holy WHIRLWIND, Batman!
There’s so much going on right now. Here’s one thing:
No one was hurt!!! It could have been so much worse. We’re looking at it as a blessing!
FirstHusband was on the Florida Turnpike in my van, on his way to FavoriteSon’s “away” football game on Friday night. We had decided the two hour drive there, the two hour game and the two hour drive back was too much to ask of PinkGirl considering none of her friends would be going to game either. So PinkGirl and I were home. FirstHusband called about 5:30 p.m. and said:
“No one was hurt, I’m fine, but I just got rear-ended. I’ve gotta go.”
Sometimes, the man KNOWS how to start a sentence. I hung up and thought, rear-ended. No big deal. He’s fine. He drives a Ford F250, so if he’s fine, it’s probably fine. Small aircraft can hit that thing and bounce off.
Then I remembered. He was driving MY van. oh.
Then the texts/phone calls begin.
Text from FirstHusband: “Your registration is expired.”
Me: (to myself) CRUD-OLA! Happy flippin birthday to me, I FORGOT to renew my tag! (text to FirstHusband) “I’M SO SORRY!”
Him: “No worries.”
Me: (to God) “I know we deserve the consequence, Lord, but please don’t let the ticket for an expired tag be too expensive!!!”
Phone Call from FirstHusband: “Where’s your insurance card?”
Me: “In my purse.”
Him: “Not in your van?”
Me: “No, I carry them with me. With my license.”
Him: “I keep mine in my glove compartment.”
Me: “You don’t carry mine in case you drive the van? I carry yours in case I drive the truck.”
So, FirstHusband is on the Florida Turnpike, over an hour away, with a smashed van, waiting on the Florida Highway Patrol to arrive – withOUT proof of insurance and with an expired tag.
And he’s not mad. Gotta love him.
While waiting on the FHP officer, he called and told me what happened. There was a three car accident ahead and traffic on the Turnpike came to a stop. The guy in front of him barely made the stop. HE barely made the stop. Both he and the guy in front of him looked in their rear view mirrors and knew the guy behind FirstHusband was NOT going to make the stop. They both inched forward as far as they could and FirstHusband stood on the brake to (hopefully) keep from hitting the guy in front of him (didn’t work). At the last minute, somehow, the guy ended up on the right side of the van instead of directly behind it, so no full rear impact. AND the guy didn’t hit the traffic in the lane to the right. No one was hurt, everyone was in a pleasant mood and a woman who worked for the Department of Transportation was two cars ahead, so she hung around and told everyone what they needed to do.
Like I said before – it was a BLESSING. I’ve prayed “Thank you, God” more than a few times since Friday night.
And, instead of a citation with a fine, the officer gave FirstHusband a citation and a form to fill out. We had 30 days to mail copies of the proof of insurance and renewed registration to the clerk of the court. It’s in the mailbox right now.
FirstHusband, Later that Night: “In 19 years of marriage, we just learned something new about each other today. You carry both our insurance cards with you and I keep mine in my truck. I thought you kept yours in your van. Neither way is wrong, I just can’t believe after 19 years, we just figured this out about each other.”
Now we figure out what to do about the van, but that’s another story and it’s WHALE of a SALE time! I’ve got to go
shop alphabetize books!