Steve’s work threw a party for employees’ kids so we bundled up Sunday and headed out. Lots of fun! There were cookies, popcorn, and pop to munch on. Christmas ornaments and decorations to make. Balloon animals & face painting. Santa was even there, along with a giant bouncy toy. To top it all off, each kid got a (cool!) wrapped gift to take home and put under the tree AND Grandpa Steve took us out for lunch!

(Charlie always has such intelligent looks on his face for pics, doesn’t he? I’m really shocked MENSA hasn’t been knocking down our door yet.)








Alrighty, I couldn’t get a decent pic to do justice to the truck damage but here ya go anyway:

Steve had just gotten off of work, driving through Quincy, doing the speed limit and nothing wrong. Incoming driver turned left directly in front of him and whammo. Steve braked hard and swerved but still hit the front passenger side of the other vehicle. Our truck will need the entire front light assembly, quarter panel, hood, windshield, bumper, grill, along with whatever else they find in the shop. There’s some sort of unknown leak in the front, along with a taillight out. Steve complained of a backache at first but seems to be fine now. He was going just under the speed limit, 30 mph, so it could have been a lot worse.
The best part? Behind Steve was a cop. Behind the other vehicle was another cop. Hello, witnesses! All clearly agreed it was entirely her fault and Steve performed perfectly. The cop behind the other vehicle had been trying to pull her over for two blocks. AND she told the cops she has insurance but, upon calling them today to file a claim, we discovered she has not had insurance for months… since a little bit after her husband went to prison. Ahem. Her license will be suspended until she pays for the accident, her car is no long road-worthy, and our insurance company will sue her butt off as part of their normal routine.
Steve will take the truck in for an estimate tomorrow and we should know more then. It’ll likely take a couple of weeks to repair so he gets to drive the Duggar van to work until it’s fixed. Cross your fingers for continuing good weather for his country commute because it drives like a tank — a really, really bad tank with bald tires.