I got into a fender-bender last night in the parking lot of the Blockbuster (27 Dresses is terrible, by the way). Totally my fault. Thought the Buick in front of me was turning into a spot...they weren't...they were stopping...and yeah, I bumped them a little by mistake. A small bump. I hate that feeling, though. It's your fault and you know it and your heart's racing all of a sudden as you get out. I was so flustered I tried to get out of my seat twice with my seatbelt still on. The guy I hit was nice...enough. He was all business, which is good I guess, because I'm rarely all business, but he did pat my back and tell me not to worry too much about it. Then, he promptly filed an insurance claim so I'm gonna be hung out to dry by those folks, I'm sure. Bill was really great about the whole thing, but I am bummed about what's gonna happen to my premium. They just have you over a barrel, you know?

But the point of all this is to say that I'm rolling on some sweet rent-a-wheels while my car's in the shop. They gave me an all-black Tahoe with tinted windows and super-shiny wheels. Bill thinks his SUV is a "better all-around car" but I think he's dead wrong and secretly jealous of how cool I look at the wheel. Why Hertz has this car for rent, I have no idea but I feel like a general riding around in this thing. Still need to master parking her, but I'm loving cruising around town nine feet off the ground. (And yes, yes, yes, greenies, I feel bad about all the gas but it's only for a few days and my normal car gets a million miles to the gallon, so please let me have my fun.) Besides having AC that works a thousand times better than my car - seriously, it's like a meat locker in that thing when it's cranked up all the way - I kinda feel like a whole new person when I'm driving her around. I haven't settled in on my official personality yet, though. I'm testing a few options to see what I like the best. I kinda am a soccer-mom type already, so that's off the table and it's kinda boring anyway. Not that hauling the kids around is boring, but I do it in my Aveo anyway so there's no fun in making that my temporary alt-life.

I don't hate rap music as much as you might think but since I'm not much of a fan, it's hard for me to do what I want to do most which is blast the rap station loud as all get out with all the windows down and have people look over to me at stop lights - expecting to see some fake gangster teenager wearing a sideways hat and instead see little ol' me. But my earballs are way too sensitivo for that plan. Maybe I'll keep the super-dark windows up all the time - letting that AC do what it does - and after I park, I'll climb into the backseat and get out from there so people think I have a driver and...well, wait. They'd see there's no one in the drivers seat then. Scratch that. Maybe I'll get Ben to drive me all over and I'll sit in the back (the back has these personal AC controls and vents by each seat!) so people will think that this chick with the driver and the dark windows is some kind of celebrity or princess or something. (Gosh, what has the world come to when we associate princesses with dark SUV and drivers and not white dresses, and castles, and long-lost love?)

Maybe it's hopeless and maybe I should just settle for being Margene in my rent-a-tank who needs three spots to park. It's less fun, but I'm not coming up with anything good anyway. I'm actually not sure how much I'll get to drive it. I think Nicki is taking to it as well. I can't imagine what backstory she's making up for herself. Man, I wish she'd do this blog with me from time to time. That'd be so fun and funny. Maybe I'll work on that and try to wear her down. Just one post every now and then. Would you guys like that at all? She's a tough nut to crack but I'll work on her. We'll see. Talk soon.