Am I cursed?

When it comes to cars, I think I am cursed. If I had money, I seriously would hire someone to drive me everywhere. I would never get behind the wheel, ever. But, unfortunately, that is not real life. And it doesn't even matter. I don't have to be behind the wheel for something bad to happen. Someone did a hit-and-run while I was at work. My car was sitting in the parking lot, minding it's own business, when some idiot backed into it or something. Obviously I don't know exactly what happened. All I know is my car was fine and beautiful, I went to work and then came out afterward and it looked like this.


And these are not even the bad pictures. There are some spots on it that look alot worse. Some angles that I look at it from, and just want to cry.

Thank goodness the door still shuts. It just makes me sick that someone would do this . . . and then just leave. I mean, come on. Leave a note saying you did it by accident and leave a phone number so we could swap insurance or whatever. But you don't just leave. That is so wrong!

And just that morning I had just been telling Drew how happy I was we have two new, nice, reliable vehicles. We just paid this one off and started payments on our new Jeep. And then this happens.

Welcome to my life.