Dr. Mad Scientist was driving to work this morning, uphill and as he was going slowly approaching the intersection at a stoplight, he was blinded by the sun (thank you stupid Daylight Savings Time Change!) and he rear ended a guy.
He was only going maybe 10 mph tops. The other guy has a 6 inch or so scratch on his bumper. Dr. Mad Scientist has a 2-3 inch round chip out of his front bumper. But--the airbags in Dr. Mad Scientist's car went off. And the so conveniently cracked his windshield. Fabulous.
He just put a fresh tank of gas in that car and we replaced the ENTIRE brake system two and a half weeks ago to the tune of $550.
The inspector for the insurance adjuster comes out tomorrow morning to look at it, but I'm not holding out much hope that it won't be just totaled. It's still perfectly driveable. It's not a pretty car...she's 13 years old but she's great for getting him to work and picking up the kids from daycare. He might put 10 miles on it a day if he's lucky.
I think that hits our trifecta of shit going down since allegedly bad news/things come in threes: Chunky's arm, the shitty news from yesterday that I'm intentionally being vague about, and then the Ultimate Fender Bender.
So I'm going to end this post with a picture of Baby Sister from about a month and a half ago. Because seriously, who can think about shit sandwiches when they see this cute little girl?