The Evil Twin is off work for the next coupla days. He took today off as a vacation day and tomorrow is WV Day, so it's a regular holiday for where he works.
This weekend is also the big city-wide yard sale gig. He and Buddy are going to Wonderfest in July, so they're trying to get money for their weekend there.
I refuse to be involved in anything yard-sale-ish.
Of course, as luck would have it, Sissy woke up really early this morning - on a potentially "sleep in" (even if for just a wee tiny bit) morning.
You know, there is no better therapy than hammock therapy.
I had a bit yesterday and it was most excellent.
Then, the Evil Twin called from his cell phone to tell me he'd been in a car accident. He was rear-ended by an apparently inebrieted "rode hard and put away wet" woman.
The damage to the bumper is very minimal (just scuffs, really). It still pisses me off. It seems like he and I both have bulls-eyes on our vehicles.
My van still sports dents from getting a hit n run about a year ago in a parking lot. Whatever hit my back end was a truck or SUV (higher than my short wheel base van). It's going to cost us $300 to have the repairs done and I can't really "afford" to have it in the shop for long because it's our main vehicle.
It's already been in the shop once, after I got rear ended when I was pregnant with Sissy. The replacement van I initially got smelled like smoke so badly that I had to return it after only hours. The next van I got was a super duper base model without even the remote lock feature.
The Evil Twin's car was damaged the next week in his work parking lot. The rental he had? Same base model van I'd had the week before.
Cursed, I'm telling ya.
I may not leave the driveway today. Not like I can afford it anyway.