So after that Dad and I met my aunt Lisa for lunch. Lunch. Oh boy. I was tempted to skip it all together but it was 2:00 and I was starving. I mean, I do have a huge ass to feed now :( We had a nice time and they shared several laughs about my butt problem which, of course, was very fun for me.
When I got home I had to get all of Adam's things together to mail to him. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it, but the post office has an 800 number you can call and get all of your shipping materials for free (well, if you have a friend/family member serving overseas). I had just gotten all my stuff in so I opened it all up and started packing. I have to say though, in addition to insurance, mail is another thing that confuses me at times. I mean, there are so many different forms and ways to mail stuff that I usually have no clue what to do. I got these little carbon copy packets I had to fill out and I had no idea why. I also didn't have any idea of how to fill it out since in the box of who it's going to it asks for a city, state, etc. The address Adam gave me has none of that. No joke, its the weirdest looking address I have ever seen. Then, there were these plastic sticky things in there and I had no idea about those either. I just ended up packing and taping everything and then carrying all the paper work stuff with me to ask the post office guy about it. Anyway, it all got mailed and I hope he enjoys it!
So I felt really great that I had done something productive and thought I deserved a movie. I got in my car and started backing out of the garage, when...BAM! Yes, I was told I was fat and now I had just backed into my mom's car. You have got to be freaking kidding me! I was too scared to get out and look so I just sat there for a minute taking everything in. I turned off the car and slowly got out to get inspect the damage. HAHA! Nothing! I was stuck though. On one shoulder sat a little Jessica dressed as a devil; on the other an angel. I thought, "well, you can't tell anything even happened. Would it be worth getting both of my parents all upset. I mean, they are old. They don't need that stress." Then the other Jessica pointed out "what if there is something wrong that you just haven't noticed. They would be furious if you lied to them about it." Damn my conscience. I tromped off to the backyard (aka my gravesite) to tell them what happened. I saw dad first and told him. Typical reaction - "you did what?!" He came and looked at it and opened the hood to make sure everything was fine. One of the little silver things on her grill was cracked, but that was it. Then he said I better go tell mom. Dun dun dun. I walked back and saw her mowing the grass. I told her she better turn it off. She already looked mad. I said "um mom (insert puppy dog eyes) I just backed into your car." Her response "Oh Jess! You didn't! Is it bad?" I told her that I couldn't even tell anything had happened. She walked over to me, put her arm around me, and said "well, these things happen sometimes. Let's go take a look." For the second time today I was totally speechless. No yelling. No storming off. I was totally confused. She looked at the car and just said "well the main thing is that you're ok. There isn't any damage or anything. Go get my keys and I'll move the car for you to get out. Just make sure you look next time before you back up." That was it. I just decided to be thankful that something was going my way out of the whole situation.
Well, other than being fat and hitting a car, my day was fine. haha. I'm off again today, so let's see if I'll be so lucky as to step on a nail or break my arm. I'll fill you in tomorrow!