Everyone is fine. Repeat. Everyone is fine.
The van is at the repair shop. We will find out today if it can be repaired or if it will be totaled. Until then, I have a free loaner Chevy Malibu. Just call me Barbie.
The other car had a barely scratched bumper and a tiny dent. They stopped in front of Don to make a left turn, and he just didn't see them in time. He was turning the wheel as he tried to stop, which is why there's more damage on the driver's side.
Our airbags didn't go off, and the car drove home fine, so those are good signs.
According to the insurance lady, we need to replace the carseats, though. At least Cinderellas - she's not sure about the boosters. Another thing they'll let me know sometime today.
Everyone is fine.
2 comments:
You don't sound fine.
You sound angry-momma-duck not fine. 'And the mother duck quacked, "Quack, quack, quack" Four little ducks came running back'
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