After all the commotion and hoo-haa about my car being in a small accident, and finally getting it back after a long and drawn out repair, someone backed into Husband’s car when I was oot n aboot. What the hell, universe?

The dent may or may not be in the shape of Husband’s angry face.
All’s well that ends well, but I was driving extremely nervous the days following this business, in case someone was lining me up for number 3.