Busy day of running errands, picking up a lot of materials to work on the yard, and I'm driving on my last stop, to go from one nursery to another, to try and find two shade plants we wanted. There was some debris in the road, and I thought it would be better if I went over top of it instead of driving on it with my tires. That was the wrong choice. The debris made a thump on my car, and based on the noise I thought I'd gotten a flat tire. I pulled into the nursery and checked out the tires, expecting to see a flat, but they were both just fine. Then Pace pointed out under the car and said, "Mommy, what's that?" I looked and saw a golf club sticking out of a tank with a clear substance water-falling down and making a huge puddle under the car. I thought maybe it was water from the air conditioner thing, and stuck my finger under the gushing liquid, and smelled it, discovering it was gasoline. I quickly shuttled both boys over to a shaded area about 50 feet or so away from the car and called the insurance. Knowing we'd be needing a rental, at least, I needed to brave going back to the car, getting the car seats out, and not exploding. It took some time, but the insurance got everything straightened out, the tow truck came, and the rental came to pick us up. We had to transfer all the stuff from our car to the rental car, and then we went out for lunch and headed home. What a long day!
And then, a week later, the very same day I got my car back from the shop, David's went in. He was driving home from a work in a thunderstorm and a huge microburst went across I-15. A huge construction sign flew off its hinges and flew right at David, driving 75mph. It ducked last minute and instead of flying through the windshield, it hit the bottom right headlight and bumper. Then flew under the car and exploded behind him. "Exploded?" Yup, exploded.
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