Dylan and I were in a fender bender after school yesterday. It could have been worse. It was a car pile up situation. I was so sure Dylan was going to hit the car in front of us. We weren't expecting no movement with a green light, but he made it in time. It was still and then BOOM! The car behind us got hit by a pickup. Took out the entire trunk of her little car. It was a trio of girls on their way to a baskeball game. The guy behind them was following them to the game.

We were fine. The guy who hit them had to go to the hospital in an ambulence. One of the girls was really shaken up, too...so she went too.

Mostly, the girls were crying and calling everyone on their cell phone about the accident.

Its odd, we were listening to 99 BALLOONS by GOLDFINGER just before the car hit our back bumper (which is so totaled now, but it could have been worse. That song kept going through my head.

I didn't over react. Neither did Dylan. We were both calm. And were so thankful we weren't hurt. Although, Doris was so sure I did. She's unbelievable, sometimes. I mean, we drove home afterwards. Naturally, Dylan's dad was all high and mighty, "Well, she shouldn't have been so close to the other cars..." Oh yeah, well, maybe you had no choice. This guy burns me, you know. Just hate the way he is sometimes, with Dylan. But I didn't say anything.

Dylan looks pretty out of it. I know he doesn't want to get back in that car and go anywhere really. Even I don't want to drive down that road close to the high school again, but ..really, don't have much choice in the matter. Didn't help much that the guy in front of us told us he'd been in an accident at this same locations before.

Anyway, I'm going to take it easy this weekend. Most definitely.