Worst. Day. Ever.

Yesterday was brutal. Thursday chewed me up and spit me out. Dana and I had a fight in the morning, which actually brought us a lot closer but left me emotionally drained. Additionally, neither one of us had our psych meds on board, so we were both feeling like death warmed over.

I left her at work and drove to Costco to get our medication refills. And that’s when the bumper decided to come off the back of the car. On the freeway. 55mph dragging the bumper from Clackamas home. So I don’t know that the bumper is dragging. It’s not especially noisy, but all of the sudden, everyone on the freeway seems to be honking at me at once. When I finally realized what was going on, my inner opera voice came out… and by that, I don’t mean that I started singing. I mean that of all the ways my body has to make noise, that opera voice is PRETTY. DAMN. LOUD. Not going to lie, folks. A LOT of people heard me yelling “oh, SHIT!” on the 205. If only it had been during traffic. No one would have noticed. 🙂

So anyway, I find a little bar near the freeway because it’s the closest open driveway. I pull into the lot and call Dana. It’s miserably hot, and a cold beer is literally five steps away. Dana picks up the phone and I’m about to tell her that the car is toast and she’s just going to have to come pick me up when I’m done with my ice cold beer.

Luckily, I had the forethought to see if there was any way I could secure the bumper *right then.* I didn’t have a screwdriver, so I just wedged it as well as I could and told Dana that I was going to try and make it home so I could park the car.

I got home safely, and was starting to transfer all my stuff from Dana’s car to my truck. At that moment, the zipper on my backpack broke.

::facepalm::