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At approximately 5:10pm CST, Jessie and I were in an automobile accident. We’re both ok. Jessie was in her car seat (a booster seat) and has a knot on her head and is still a little shaken up. I’ll be sore for a small bit, but we’re both OK and relatively unharmed. However, I cannot say the same for my car.

I was sitting, fully stopped, about to turn in to my subdivision. A young lady in a gold Pontiac G6 did not see my brake lights and hit me from behind at almost full speed. I say “almost” because she tried to stop suddenly … her brakes squealed, and BOOM! Knocked us forward with such momentum that everything in my dash came out and littered the car seats and floor. The A/C vents were knocked out on one side, I have no idea where my cigarette lighter is, my Bluetooth ear piece is also nowhere to be found, etc. — aggravating because I had *just* cleaned the inside of my car!

The external damage is a lot worse. Both back doors will not open or shut properly. The trunk door is slightly unhinged. The whole rear bumper and undercarriage is broken and mangled an hangs down off the car — in fact, the car is not drivable because it’s pushed up against my two back wheels. I’m also a little worried about 3 of the 5 doors not being able to properly close or lock. The seal around one of the back windows is also a bit warped — I think if she had hit me any harder it probably would have popped right out. Half of my tail lights are popped out of place and/or mangled. There’s gold paint all over the back end and back (trunk) door.

I felt sorry for the young lady who hit me, she was hysterical and had only had her car for 2 weeks. She kept crying and said, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”, over and over. I really felt bad for her, I’ve been in her situation before and it’s an ugly feeling. Within minutes, her father and her agent (both lived nearby) were there, then a Gardendale police officer arrived. I had already called Jim at this point, and he was on his way home.

Luckily this happened outside our end of the subdivision, so we weren’t but just a few hundred yards from the house. Jim drove my car back to the house and Jessie and I hopped in his car. I’ve already called and left a message for my boss on his cell. I’m going to try to work from home tomorrow but at this point don’t know yet how much will get done (if anything at all).

I had wanted to post about other stuff, but to be honest, I just want to unplug for a bit and spend some time with my husband and daughter. It sounds so cliché, but we really are lucky it’s just the car that’s damaged. Everybody’s ok … cars are replaceable, people aren’t.

Hit my cell if it’s anything important … otherwise I’ll get around to email and other stuff later.