Just in case you didn't realize… Chipotle opens today!!!
And if that wasn't great enough, I also, probably, will be able to pick up my car today, complete with its new doors! Why is my car having two new doors installed? On Sunday, August 1, our alarm didn't go off. Jared had to be at church 15 minutes from the time I woke up and looked at the clock to practice a song and for praise team practice. So he jumped out of bed and quickly left for church. I assured him I could just drive myself (this was only the second time since we have been married that we had planned to drive separately, I say planed because I never ended up driving). Jared left, I took my shower, boiled water, pealed peaches, sliced up peaches for a pie, packed a change of clothes to decorate for VBS, and various other things.
Around 9:10 I walked outside, leaned over and picked up the paper (we receive the paper on Sundays for Fwwwweeeeee because Jared is a student), opened the back door behind the passenger door, threw in the paper, and then noticed glass all over the back seat and the window shattered, with a four or five inch hole in it. I walked around and saw the driver's door handle was dented in about an inch (not a lot) and there were several dents in the door behind the driver's. I called Jared. I called Mom. I called Dad. I called Jared again. I sat on the front steps and cried. Everyone I knew and loved was at church or on their way there; no one would be checking their phones for two or three hours. I was all alone. I sent Jared a text; I figured he might miss me once church started and check his phone. I called Anna. I called Luke. I called Sarah. Sarah picked up around 9:25!!!
To shorten this story, Jared came home, I gave him a huge hug, we called the police, they came by and said my car was vandalized (but nothing on the inside was touched, so I don't really know why they would break the window or hit it), and we made it to Sunday school. Yay. It took until Wednesday to have the insurance come out and look at it. Wednesday? I mean, that is four whole days. That is silly. The insurance tried to tell us that we would have to pick up our rental in Lexington Park, Md. For those of you that don't know where that is, google it, it is directly across the bay and south of us. By car it takes 3 hours and 10 minutes to reach there. The insurance said it was the closest place. Thankfully, after spending two hours arguing with them and them promising to even come pick us up (they weren't understanding the whole three hour trip thing), they let us rent a car at the airport. YES!
So I have been driving this little go-cart of a car for the last 2 weeks. It is great on gas and I love parking it! It is so nice to fit easily in parking spaces. I will miss that. However, I miss my car. I miss not having to worry about it picking up dents and dings in the work parking lot. I miss the comfortable seats. I miss normal. I miss being able to find my car. Ha. This car is too small and I forget what it looks like. Thankfully it has New York plates and I have been able to locate it that way.