My car's front bumper is, to put in a nice way, gone.
I am, needless to say, guilt-ridden, depressed, poorer, as well as car-less for the next week.
My sole consolation lies in the fact that daddy did not reprimand me one bit. He was so sweet he only asked if i had gotten over the shock.
I don't know how to put to him that it is very unlikely we will be claiming any insurance.
I swear my skin crisis isn't making me feel any better.