At some point last week someone hit my car, dented the entire passenger side, and didn't bother to leave a note. I didn't notice until Saturday morning and thought my eyes must be mistaking me. Surely between moving, getting ready to start a potentially career-changing program, being a surrogate husband to my boss's family, and dealing with the emotional fallout of a breakup, this had to be some kind of prank. It wasn't. And now I'm anxiously awaiting for my car insurance agent to call me back so I can figure out the car rental situation and take my baby to get fixed- in the middle of moving, getting ready to start a program, being a surrogate husband, dealing with emotional fallout, and managing my life. At least I have my dog. And my amazing friends. And maybe I'll rack up some serious "Carma" (get it?! Get what I did there?)
Hope everyone has a wonderful and stress-free week.
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