state of the Laura, with bonus state of the Zweeble

So today we have to go out to the salvage yard and see if we can find my glasses, parking tag, one of Z's toys, and the iPod in my car. I didn't see the car on Friday. So I'm a little nervous.

Then we go get the rental. Not nervous about that.

And somewhere in there, there are phone calls from various parties. I just want that bit over with. I'm going to have to tell what happened about four times today.

I'm still sore, but have moved into it feeling like I slept in an extremely weird position for a really long time, rather than needing to support my neck with my hands whenever I want to sit up. The bruises are blooming, too.

The boy is singing "U Can't Touch This," except he's doing the "U Can't Squash This" version. We're almost caught up on his makeup homework from last week.

All right, have to go get all the paperwork and stuff together for today.

Saw the car.

Holy fuck, people, my car has no rear end anymore.

I am not even exaggerating.

BUT. The car seat didn't even shift. So while the kiddo was not in the car, I don't have to throw up every time I think about "what if?"

We got my parking tag, found his noisemaker toy, got the iPod, and found my glasses (along with other sundry items). Nothing was broken. My glasses were behind the backseat armrest, which was halfway down and so had a little crevice behind it. They were covered in broken safety glass, but were themselves untouched.

That was simultaneously the scariest and most reassuring thing I have ever seen.

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I have a Ford Focus as my rental, and it's pretty nice once you figure out how to put it in gear. Also, I had to pull into a parking lot so that I could figure out how to get the seat back up, because I kind of need the back support while I drive right now.

I really hope this week is relatively quiet.