Hey, shit happens. Everyone knows that, even my toddler. But this week, shit actually happened. To me. Shit.
So picture this. It’s the last day of June. School’s out! DRAGONE is looking at 2 solid months of blogging, working out, taking naps during the day, and eating pizza and chips whenever the fuck he wants. (No staying up late and sleeping in though, there’s still baby DRAGONE who’s schedule has not changed). Ah, but isn’t summer a wonderful time.
And then CRASH BANG BOOM! It looks like I was in too much of a hurry to get home on that last day of school. My car didn’t survive the accident, but somehow I did. I can’t say I made it out without a scratch. Pictured here is the scratch I got from the airbag. I blocked it well, my sensei would have been proud.
Unfortunately, my 2 months of loafing around has now been taken over by phone calls to the insurance company and hunting for a new car. We appear to have settled on the Nissan Leaf, an electric car. Why buy an electric car you ask? Why not.
Actually, the real reason is because I hate shopping. Since this is the only electric car that is available in auto dealerships in my area, choosing an electric car means we have finished with our decision making.
Except for choosing the colour. I vote blue. Every car I have ever owned has been black. Most clothes I own are black. When you buy things one at a time, black looks cool. When you put all the things you own in one room, all together, and everything is black, it no longer looks cool. It looks like you’re trying to make a statement. So I want my next car to be bright blue. (Mrs. DRAGONE will probably vote grey, and she will probably win).
Our house is probably not equipped to deal with charging an electric car. Shit. I don’t like dealing with shit. All I want to do is watch the Blue Jays play every day, because that’s how often baseball is played. Every day. Because baseball is not a real sport. But I don’t care because I’m addicted to it now.