I woke up to this:
steve: "I hit a frigin' tree, come and get me."
me:" what? where are you?"
I then experienced a strange series of events that consisted of swaping cars with my mom, getting gas, doing a full 360 degree turn in the middle of the road followed by another 180 degree turn, a utility knife and lastly falling out of the side of the work van. And all this before 4:30am.
Good times around here.
I arrived on the scene to find my man looking very nice in his rain gear, I mean, I arrived on scene to find Steve and the van.
He hit a tree that was right up against the side road he uses when delivering the newspaper to a local clubhouse.
Looks like she's totalled. The front left is crushed to heck and the body work alone would cost more than the car is worth.
Steve is alright. He has been in bed all day, his back is a little sore but he's healing and recovering as we speak. I have confidence he will be ready for work on Monday.
Oh and did I mention it was his last night delivering papers before a 1 week vacation? Well it was.
Also, Vaughan and Steve were suppose to go on Vaughan's birthday trip to Busch Gardens but decided against it - just not a good idea.
Now if you're an adult you're glad Steve is OK and you'll also be glad to know we had just brought our new to us car home last night.
...if you are 16 and newly licensed you're thinking, "This sucks! My car and my birthday present gone in 2 seconds."
I am happy to say that Vaughan was ticked, in a Vaughan sort of ticked way.
I prayed for him, texted close friends and had them pray for him and after some time he was more positive minded and beginning to have a change of heart. He has spent the rest of the day with his best friend and, from our texting conversation, that's a major way of talking when you have teenage sons; from his texts he has worked through some mindsets.
So it's 4:07pm time for me to start dinner, hmmm? What should I make??
Have a great weekend and I'll check in with pictures hopefully by Monday.