Pirate Jilli is awesome!

I expected nothing less than awesome.

why do i feel like this posting box should react like an IM posting box and actually POST when I hit return?)

You're not alone.

vw, thank you for giving me an idea for a project I can use with the 4.5 year old nephew so I'm not the total mean auntie (grandma is so much spoilier than me)! Pizza!

Pirate Jilli is awesome, as I expected.

vw, I give you a lot of credit for making pizza while holding an unhappy child.

Pirate Jilli is gorgeous! And the origami golden snitch is cute. Makes my head hurt, but cute.

I'll be honest - matt showed me how to do it - and I think I could now do it with the instructions

Pretty Pirate!

calm-ma to Kristin, and nothing-ma to Bev.

Gorgeous Jilli!

I think I may have to try making an origami snitch. This may be amusing.

MM, insent to your profile addy.

{{Kristin}} I hope the day has taken a turn to the calm.

Nothing~ma to Bev.

Beauteous Pirate Jilli!
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Thanks for your support, everyone. So, about my unsettling afternoon.

Everything was peachy until ND and I were on the way to my dad's place for dinner. We were sitting at a traffic light at a dead stop. I glanced down for a second as I began to accelerate and bumped right into the car in front of me. It was an SUV with a hitch on the back, and I couldn't have been going more than 5 mph for about 4 feet, but I felt like I hit a wall. When we pulled over, the woman in the car was--understandably--freaked out. She had an infant son in the back seat.

At this point I was beside myself with grief and anger at my dumbass self, and though she, her son, and her car all seemed completely fine, I was barely holding myself together. The only damage I could even notice on her car was a teensy scuff on the hitch itself--totally not worth reporting. Of course I gave her my name, address, phone, and insurance info. Once she calmed down, she was incredibly nice about it (especially since her son was totally fine), but I didn't have the presence of mind to get any of her info, nor did I think to BEG her to contact me rather than the insurance if she does decide she wants something fixed. I wish I had thought to since if she just wanted cosmetic damage repaired, I would be much better off paying her directly. No way to contact her now, though, so I'll have to wait and see if my insurance company calls to tell me she's filed a claim.

Obviously if there were any medical issues rather than cosmetic car damage she would have to report, but I am completely and utterly fucked if she does. You probably remember my two fender-benders from LA that doubled my insurance rates. I am barely able to afford my insurance because of them, and I have a year-and-a-half until the first of those two goes off my record. Another accident may just price me out of being able to drive at all. Which isn't an option, seeing as I commute 60 miles roundtrip.

Of course I am trying not to even *think* about the fact that I could have actually injured her or her child. I feel physically sick when I contemplate that. And maybe it's cynical, but having been through one fender bender where two people without injuries sued my insurance for over seven grand worth of medical (thereby jacking my rates), I'm scared as hell about that, too.

The other complication, of course, is that I was driving a rental car. It now has a nice hitch-sized dent/scratch in the front, and I know from previous experience that even that minor damage will mean a full front bumper replacement. I used a credit card and so can file a claim to get some of that paid for, but it's not going to be fun going through that process.

So. In the very best scenario, no one is hurt, the lady decides her hitch scuff isn't important, and they're fine. I am stuck only with the hassle of dealing with the rental car company and paying for the difference between the repairs and the credit card companies supplement.

In a worse scenario, the lady files a claim and my raise next year ends up barely paying for increased insurance rates--or--I get kicked off my insurance entirely and have to find a higher-risk company.

I won't think about scenarios worse than that. I just can't right now.

I know that accidents happen and that this one was not all that bad in the grand scheme of things. I know that I am generally a decent driver. But I just feel wretched and scared and horrid, and I don't ever want to get back in a car. I feel like three accidents in two years are pretty good evidence that I should never have been given a license (I know that this isn't logical, but what I'm feeling is anything but logical), and I can't stop beating myself up. It's not a fun place to be. As soon as she drove away, I completely lost my shit. Sobbed for a good ten minutes and couldn't bring myself to even turn the car back on for longer than that. I'm honestly wondering if I might be suffering a bit of trauma here, because I'm doing a decent job of pretending I'm fine to my family, but I'm really numb and feel like a complete screw-up and kind of hate myself a little right now.

Crap. My freakout killed the thread. Not feeling very good at the whole common sense thing right now. Is it TMI? I'll delete it if it's too much.