Crash!

Lest ye think I was exaggerating about my accident.


You can see the airbags deployed in the windows, at the top. And the rear passenger tire is completely crooked.



I took a trip to Delray today to collect my personal belongings from what was left of my car. The mechanic did me a favor on the DL and pried open the 6-disc CD changer open for me because it contained a book on tape from the Miami Beach Public Lirbrary. A couple of the discs are, uh, not so good.

I'm coming around to the idea of a new car, and have narrowed it down to a few brands and models. I still am not thrilled about going to dealerships; I cannot stand pushy salespeople. I wanted to kill the woman at Neiman's who helped Laura and I with her Louboutin wedding shoes. But I digress.

The passenger side door, where the truck hit me and where Wally was sitting on a pillow.