Must Love Dogs


I can guess your reaction to this post after you read it. If you're anything like me, you'll say something like: Are you fucking kidding me? She's making this stuff up just to have something to blog about. Or, if you're like my more delicate and ladylike readers, you'll probably say something like, Wow, that really stinks, poor Logan. What the heck or shoot or darn the luck. When *I* got the call that this happened, I said... Oh my fucking God, are you kidding me? Ok, I'm just going to go off to the padded cell they have reserved for me at the mental hospital. Oh, yeah, of course, after I asked him if he was ok and was anyone else involved.
Logan borrowed my Mom's brand new G37 Infiniti coup so that I could be a lazy good for nothing and stay home and wait for Stanly Steemer to come clean my carpets for Christmas and he could drive himself to his doctor's appointment this morning. Coming around a curve, a dog ran out in front of the car and being the animal lover that he is, he swerved to miss the dog and went off the road, through a barb wire fence, missing a telephone pole by 4 feet and then ended up back under the fence. Oh, and he started the dry grass and woods behind the fence on fire. A big fire which would have blown up the car were it not for a good Samaritan passing by who happened to have a gallon of water in his trunk for his dogs.
And no, I'm not making this up and it's not April fools. Two fire trucks and two crash investigators later, the fire was out, no one was hurt but the car? Well, it was towed off to the infinity dealer pending a look see for more extensive damages than appear in this picture.
Logan was fine. He anticipated a righteous ass chewing from my Mom but being the loving and saintly Grandma that she is, she was just relieved that he was ok but I'm sure she saved her massive outrage tantrum justifiable piss fit for home when she could take it out on my Dad because as we all know, everything is his fault anyway.
I just don't know who Logan pissed off in a former life to continue to manifest this craziness but it must have been someone very important and his offense must have been of epic proportions is all I can figure.

2 comments:

Shelley said...

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Well. Clearly I'm not one of your more lady-like readers. But damn, that boy just attracts accidents like a magnet, doesn't he? I'm glad he's ok!

On a completely unrelated note...will you send Stanley Steemer to my house when they're done?

Kasey said...

Oh my... Poor kid. Tell him to wrap himself in bubble wrap and stay in his room for a while. Maybe all this bad luck will disappear.

And, poor RV. I hope your Mimi wasn't too hard on him. :( When is he gonna learn?! :)