Yesterday I was in a car accident. Don't worry, I'm fine. The car is a little scraped, I think my back bumper is a little tramatised, but that is nothing compared to what i did to the other car. Yes, you heard me, it was my fault. I was backing out of a parking space a the community college to correct my horrendous parking job, and I only looked one way. Not the way the car was coming. I backed right into a 2005 Scion tC that didnt even have plates yet. Fun huh? Luckily no one was hurt (I wasnt even accelerating, just letting off the break) and they were really good sports. They werent going to buy me dinner anytime soon, but they didnt pull a noose out of their trunk either. I felt so bad that they had more damage than me. I wouldnt have been half as bad if my car would have gotten this huge dent or broken a window or something. Not that I want my car to suffer, but it would be better than me suffering. Needless to say, i didnt go to class that day. I went home to my loving husband who told me it wasnt that big of a deal, and that we would be ok with what ever happened. He is so wonderful. He made me feel so much better. Plus I got to watch Gilmore Girls...that helped alot too. I love Gilmore Girls. Anyway, the accident wasnt bad, and I will get over any damage that was done, both psycologically and vehicular. Thanks for caring.