My morning started off fine, the girls got up and were ready to head out the door on time.  The car was warm, the roads were fine, the sun was out. 

That all started to change right about the time I pulled into the babysitter's driveway.  I reached over to gather the blankets, sippy cups of chocolate milk and change of clothes, asked the girls to climb on out, when suddenly I felt wetness.  My leg was feeling wet, my butt, my hand.  The sippy cup cannot be leaking that much, I thought.  Upon further examination, I realized the entire bottom of the cup was cracked and nearly the entire glass of chocolate milk had leaked all over me.  My coat was covered in chocolate milk on one side, my gloves were wet and it looked as if I peed my pants and then spilled something all down the front of one thigh.  I got the girls inside, asked for a towel and cleaned up a little bit.  I took the towel with me, so I could dry the seat some and sit on it. 

The day should get better from here, right? 

Of course not!

As I pulled up to the stop sign heading to work,  I decided to try to dry off a little more.  Being distracted by the milk fiasco, my foot slipped off the brake and I bumped into the car ahead of me at the stop sign.  I backed up, got out of the car apologizing and looking for damage.

No damage, thank goodness, I can get on my way and only be a few minutes late for work.  

The driver of the other car did not feel the same way as I.  Since she could not tell if there was any damage (remember, I was already stopped and bumped into her car traveling at a whopping 1 mph), she figured she had better call her husband to find out what to do.

He'll be right down.  Oh, and by the way, her dad is a retired correctional officer, so she had better call him to get some advice on this situation as well.  

By this time, I am getting a little irritated.  OK, not a little, a lot.  

After her husband checked the car out and her father gave his bit of advice, it was determined that the police should be called and a report made.

"You know, the police do not usually make a report unless there is $500 damage."  I stated.  

Suddenly, she had whiplash and needed a police report for that.  

So we waited, and I began to boil with anger.  But I remained calm.  

When the cop finally arrived, he noticed there was no damage, which the crazy other driver still insisted there may be.  So I got out my camera phone and asked the officer if I could take pictures.  Sure!!  That was when the other driver decided may be there was no damage, but her head was really hurting.  

"So, do you want me to make out a report?"  asked the officer.

Of course she does, she has whiplash!!!  (Remember, 1mph, rolled into her.)

After the officer filled out his paperwork, he pulled me aside and told me that there is obviously no damage to her car, but I should not be surprised if they try to take me to court.  He also noted that she showed no signs of whiplash and to let my insurance company handle her.  He obviously had the same observation about her as I did, that she is a complete, total freaking moron of a bitch that is trying to get something out of nothing!!!  (Did I just say that out loud?)

Anyway, finally made it to work.  Also mad at the hubby for being a selfish, only thinks about himself.........

Well, nevermind.  

The day can only get better from here.................