I think I'd rather take a cab to work the next few days, get receipts, and turn them in to the insurance company (the other guy's ins., as providing transportation between now and when the money for getting another vehicle comes through is part of the responsibility.

You should look into whether they'll cough up for a rental car. They should, but it generally is a reimbursement so you have to pay for it up front.

I'm sure laws have changed, but when I had an accident in MN, the insurance company had a deal worked out with some of the rental places, so the car rental places just billed the insurance companies directly. Definitely check into that.

yikes Daniel, it looks like a SUV, judging by the crunch height. Gotta love when bumpers don't line up.

I second the car rental angle. Be a bitch about it. Call their insurance company. "Your client knocked me out of commission. I need that car to get to work. Either you pay the full cost of the rental until my car is fixed or replaced, or you pay my salary until I find a new job, because they are sure to fire me. If you disagree, then you can talk to my lawyer, and I'm sure he'll get you to do it, of course you will be paying for him too. So? Which will it be? Car rental? Or lawyer fees + salary. Judging by the economy, it could be a while before I find a new job."

t /New Yorker

{{{SHIR}}} and of course for your family too! How are your stitches doing?

Sean, so good to see your pixels again. How ya holding up? Give a buzz if you want.

and I thought the puppies were cute when they were asleep.

PUPPIES!!!!!!!

It's good to see all of you, too. And you and your family are in my thoughts, Shir.

I'm mostly holding up. Words cannot describe how the last three months have been for me. I need a break. I'm sure I'll get one some day.

{{{Sean}}}

I'm glad you checked in, Sean. I've been worried about you. What's the status with S.?

{{{Sean}}} you're in my thoughts as well.

The stitches are out, AIFG. Or, you know, it could be even more FG if I didn't learn how to do everything without moving my upper lip the past week, so I'm still getting used to the idea of laughing without freezing my face. Having no pain is sweeeeeeeet, let me tell you that.

I had a really weird dream last night, which I wanted to tell you about earlier. Now, please remember that in 98% of my dreams I'm in total control, cool as a cucumber. I'm saying this because I know most of you will think it's a nightmare. For me, it's normal - my mind's experimenting extreme scenarios on me, so as long I'm not freaking out in a dream, I don't count it as a nightmare. Anyways.

I dreamed I'm called for reserve service at my sister's base, with all the mess IDF can do about it (oh, army bureaucracy. What a fantabules preparation for life). Now, even though there's still a chance I'm on the reserve list (until I'll be 24, in less than a year), the chances I'll be called are only if hell will freeze, since most of the guys in my ex-unit aren't being called (and reserve service is mandatory for guys). Further more, in the very unrealistic case of being called on reserve service, the last place I'll be sent is to Gaza Strip - they probably will send me to my ex-base in Tel Aviv, where I'll be doing editing work (I was a reporter for IAF journal). But anyway, there was a lot of fuss, I remember feeling very sorry for my mom, and being on the bus on the way to my sister's base (which didn't look very much like my sister's base - or possibly looked like it, only in time of war), waiting to see where they'll put me, wondering if I'll have time to meet her when I'll arrive, after getting my orders (which again - they have NOTHING to do with me and my army job there. I was an Air Force girl. That's a Field Intelligence Corps base).

Anyways, really weird dream, but I understand where it came from.

Oh, and my mom hid "I love you" note in my 33 1/3 Gentlemen book, which I found on my way to Jerusalem. Hee hee.

~ma to all.

Cougars favorite game at Hallowe'en parties, Bobbing for Pumpkins: [link] a video on YouTube, by Big Cat Rescue.