It seems I write a blog like this every winter. I suck as a driver and caretaker of motorized people moving gadgets. Totaled the Crimson Cruiser in my neighborhood. Whoops. Purchased adorable VW Rabbit the day of 09 blizzard. Brilliant.
Yesterday I received a call from my bank. The conversations goes as follows:
Bank: Hi Erin, This is Charter One. Do you use Progressive Insurance?
Me: Yes! Oh, shit.. why... did they cancel me?
Bank: I don't know about that, but a teacher just called to report that a child at her school was playing with the check you wrote to Progressive.
Me: WTF. Thanks postal service. Not the band.
I hang up the phone and step out of my front door to notice that my new car license plate is gone. Nothing. Not even a paper scrap remains.
Cue Coyote dropping an acme anvil onto the hood. I expect a flock of geese will have taken a mega crap on it as well by the time I leave the studio. Bullocks... do I hear a tow truck????
