Me and my Pimpala

So, it looks like the body shop is going to have to hold on to my car for at least 5 business days; one week, in other words. Until I get her back, I'm ridin' high in a pimpala, which drives very smoothly but has gigantic blind spots (not fun for a girl who just got hit after an aborted merge) and a really high ass. I don't like the styling.
Whine, whine. F@rmers is going to pay for the entire rental period, which would be costing us like $27/day, so I can't really complain. Plus, now we have this nice car for the weekend while the in-laws are in town.
Yup, in-laws. I have to say that I really lucked out in the in-law department... Mr. Pants' folks are totally wonderful people, who have really accepted me into the family. This doesn't make me feel like I have to clean any less, however. If only I could train the cats to clean! Then I'd be in the money.
So, the Final Adjustor called yesterday to tell Mr. Pants how much the estimate is for fixing the car.


Guess.




Nope.




$1500, if all they have to do is replace the bumper and quarter panel and do an alignment and balance/rotate the tires. If they find anything else wrong once they get the panels off, that estimate could jump considerably... so it's still possible my car might be totalled. Let's continue to hope not.

An interesting note... the adjustor told Mr. Pants that he could see evidence of "rubber feathering" around my tires, which apparently isn't something to freak out about (not that that's going to stop me) but is in fact evidence that I was telling the truth when I said that we spun out on the highway. Huh. The tricks you learn when you adjust insurance. Or something.

My apologies if I'm sounding a little disjointed this morning... it's time for work's annual membership renewal, and I spent an hour this morning stuffing envelopes with most of the rest of the office. I never feel like my brain's working right after envelope-stuffing.