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I fear the Kia Pet is no more.  As I was on my way to pick up (of all things) chicken for our staff meeting last night, the light turned yellow so I hurried up and went through since I was already in the intersection.  Nice man in the LARGE Dodge van had the same thought and completed his left-hand turn at the same moment.  Needless to say, the Kia is now in shambles awaiting some TLC or at minimum, a decision.  It was a shock, as the air bags did deploy, but I was able to just kinda jump right out of the car and look at the wreckage.  Mind you, I've had bronchitis all week and it was a bit chilly yesterday so I'm standing on the street waiting for Chicago's finest, coughing myself silly.  I was fine... until I called Porch.  Then the tears started, but I quickly pulled myself together with the thought I'm alive.  It's a car.  It can be replaced. 

I made it to my staff meeting about 30 minutes late, but they had started and were already engaged in the workshop -- thank you Allen for being so amazing -- and I was super proud of them.  Ms. Lisa and Lulu went to get the chicken & we all had dinner together.  Thank you ladies for your willingness to help out!!  It's appreciated.  More than you know!

So my Thursday was a little bit crazy, far more crazy than usual.  But I did manage to watch the Grey's musical.  And of course it made me a little teary... that could have been me.  Well minus the baby thing and I was wearing my seat belt because momma didn't raise no fool.  =)

Thankful for the love & thoughts that people are sending... you're all fabulous. 

Am already thinking of what will happen... will I get my Kia back or will I have to go through the process of choosing a new one all over again?  Because let me tell you, Los Porchs are pretty picky people when it comes to vehicles.  I may have to get a CTA pass in the time it takes us to decide on something that will meet our standards.  :) 

And now, a moment for the Kia Pet.

Sigh.

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