Dude, where’s my car?

So, let me explain how things have been in Cheeky’s world.

Sometime in late August or early September…I’m leaning toward September but I don’t want to actually go look up my son’s mug shot to tell you for sure…my son decided to take the douchebag route and was involved in a neighbor being burglarized. He was arrested and released back into my custody. Weeks later, on September 18th, we got a letter that the state’s attorney had decided to charge him as an adult. I called the Sheriff’s Department on Monday and asked that when the warrant came through, to please call me and we would turn him in within six hours. (My daughters were traumatized enough by the first arrest.) They agreed. Tuesday he went to school, and they arrested him there. Without the warning they agreed to give me. In any case, there he sits, to this day.

A week after he was arrested, I was leaving work and it was raining, as it usually is in Florida in the afternoon. Some jackass did something up ahead in my lane that caused the guy in front of me to slam on his brakes, which I then did, in turn. However, the slick roads did not cooperate and I slid into his rear end. Then the car behind me paid it forward. They both just has scratches, but my front end was smooshed and my car wouldn’t start. I didn’t think my insurance (state minimum since my car was a ’98) would cover a tow, so I called AAA and had it towed to the last place I had work done, the Dodge dealership in town. It was about a mile away. The next day I learned that their body shop was the exact location my car had just been towed FROM. D’oh.

So, Brian picked the girls up from aftercare (since my after school babysitter is sitting in JAIL now) and came to get me. But his car wasn’t re-registered on time so we had to be all slick and park him in the lot next door. When we leave, we get at the same spot in the road that I just had my accident at, but heading the other direction, and his hood flies up and smashes the windshield. With both girls in the car. Emily was shouting “Oh my God, Oh my God!” which is a little funny because I don’t let them say that but none of us even cared. Brian was so stunned for a moment that he didn’t even realize what had happened, which is really funny because he has these BOSS decals on his hood so all we could see was SSOB and he still didn’t get it for a second. Once he did realize it, he started pounding on his steering wheel and said very bad words while I picked glass off my lap and screeched at him to just put the fucking hood down and GO before the police (still on the other side of the road from working MY accident) saw us!

So, yeah. September was a big waste of 30 days. But it’s October now, and I am going to pick up my shiny new (to me) 2000 Mustang, which I will then use to bond my juvenile delinquent out of jail, now that he’s had two weeks to sit and think about what a dumbass move he pulled. So, goodbye shitty September!