Saturday night we went to a costume Halloween party.

I was Miltucky, Purple Witch of the North-by-Northeast.
Rob was a Wizard.

We purchased the Costco-sized Hershey/Reeses Mix for Trick-or-Treaters.
Tonight we got all of 2 people.
Glad I like Almond Joys & KitKats.

So… where to start?

If you hadn’t noticed from the last post; we got into a hit & run last Friday.
I got home from CA; was hangin’ out in my PJ’s and Rob asked me to go with him to get Chinese food take-in. We’re on our way to the restaurant, and we get T-boned by a guy who didn’t stop at the intersection of his road and the road we were driving on. We get into a 180; he spins off. I get to hang out in the pouring rain IN MY JAMMIES while Gomer Pyle (Rob swears he looked like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite) takes our info and the wrecker drags the car out of the meadow we stopped in. We then get to ride home; me in the hard back seat & Rob in the front. And we get to have our neighbors see Rob open the door and let me out of the cop car IN MY JAMMIES .

If that’s not bad enough; Sgt. Kip stops by later that week to give us a copy of the po’lice report. The redneck turned himself in on Sunday. So we get 2 visits from the cop in 1 week. Luckily I’m in streetclothes for visit part deux.

The Volkswagen is totaled. Frame bent and all that. Tires were bald/severely worn down on the edge that caught the majority of the spin. Rob went out to the junkyard and rescued a bunch of knickknacks out of it before it was sent to the scrap bin.

We’re getting a Honda Accord. We’ll be readding the Trogdor sticker to the side window; so it will be a “Super Low Emissions Burninator”.

Dear Sir or Madam:

Thank you very much for completely ignoring the stop sign earlier this evening, and completely destroying the trunk & rear fender of my husband’s Volkswagen. While I must admit, the 180 spin, and eventual landing in the pasture alongside the road was entertaining, I fear that the hassle of having to file a claim and getting body work done on the vehicle will be frustrating and stressful.

I also would eventually like to meet you in person. I was very disappointed to see that you (and your late-80’s toyota hatchback wagon) come out of the spin, drive up the road, brake, then speed off again. I would have preferred to exchange insurance information to allow our insurance company to file a claim with yours, and for your contact information to be available in the police report. I would also like to understand what caused you to completely disregard the stop sign, and haul ass through our car. I’d also like you to see how our car ended up on the right-hand-side of the road, and our rear fender on the left hand side; just clearing a mailbox. (The fender is quite a piece of forensics work, in my engineering opinion.)

I am hoping that the vast amounts of bondo found on the schrapnel left at the scene are still of the same paint color as your original automobile. This will probably make it more difficult to find you, but please note that the Miltucky police may look for your car, (if Saturday’s a slow crime day in the Milton-opolis) to ask you a few questions. I also hope that the bondo patterns don’t indicate that this is not the first time you have decided to hit-and-run; because if the line to talk to you is too damn long; you might be in a cast before we’re even able to be introduced. And that would suck.

In closing, I hope that we will eventually meet, and that you turn out to be a normal, sane individual; not the drunken-redneck-f***tard-a$$hat that your actions have made me believe on first impressions.

This week I went to Santa Barbara for a technical conference. I presented a paper that I wrote; and am now a published technical journal author. Very exciting, and a good educational & networking opportunity.

Santa Barbara is a nice place. Wish I took more photos, but damn; it’s beachy high-end low-stress livin’. If I could afford a mortgage there; I’d be there in a heartbeat.