Aww, my poor daddy

So as I debated what to post about today, considering today was highly uneventful at the watering hole this morning (tried different bait configurations, but zero bites. Zilch. Boo.).

Well...today took a turn...

My Sheriff-looking-hooligan of a dad was rear-ended today while coming back from Office Depot. Let's preface the story by saying that my dad loooves driving my car because he thinks of it as a Miata, lol. Anyways, he had stopped for some kids at a crosswalk and screeching tires...boom!

"Ashley, we're sorry, but your dad was rear-ended while you were napping."

"Uh oh, is my stuff in the trunk okay?"

"Ashley (said sadly), your dad feels bad."

"Will I get reimbursed for a broken humidifier?"

Poor daddy. Do we need a gin and tonic? Nurse Bombay Sapphire will be right there to assist you.

Just so you're well informed when the FBI comes along and asks if I deserve a new car. And I know you're worried, but the Beaver alumni plate is okay. :)

Oh ya, I forgot to say that it was a Suburban who creamed into my lil Korean car. I should let Kim Jong Il know that someone offended his country. Maybe he'd get me a new car.

So my dad feels really bad. Eh, it's just a car. I mean, I love the Cruiser. She's been good. But in the end, it's just a car. My dad's okay now. We've got him on a gin and tonic saline drip. He should make a full recovery this weekend.

Looks like we're not going fishing again tomorrow since the car is decomm-ed for the time being, and my fishing buddy is recovering. Oh well, there's always next week.