sometimes i wonder if these kids will ever get thru 11th grade.
7:15 am church parking lot after seminary
liz is trying to put on her boot, all the while driving a car. runs into the back of edens car as they are leaving.
hunter calls me laughing about the whole ordeal. liz is crying.
liz comes over, telling me about her plan to buy her dad an ice cream cake from cold stone
with the words, "daddy i did something bad" written on it (not a bad idea).
chuck still does not know. i cant keep a straight face.
liz goes outside with eden with a can of flat
(if you are going to do this, shouldnt it be gloss?) spray paint to hide the evidence.
and why is this so funny to me? what is one more dent in edens car, she has already had a maniac of a "friend" kick her car in, and now the parents are threatening to sue US for giving their son a ride home when he missed the bus (excuse me?) good thing i am married to a mean lawyer...had a flashlight thrown at her car (yes, a BIG dent) by a van full of drunk guys, when she and some friends were out t-peeing one night (k, theyre never doing that again)...and last but not least this little fender bender from our sweet liz. all of this of course, too has happened in the course of about 2 months. i told liz she should count her blessings that she hit our car, and not some expensive mercedes in the parking lot, owned by some uptight man. still doesnt get her off the hook, but if i had to pick who i was going to run into?
it would be eden.