Jake received a letter in the mail saying the lawsuit is *almost* finished. The remaining issue is $1,087 which is over the amount of my coverage. They want to know if we're going to pay this. WTF!?! After the original request was slapped down by their lawyer I was not to happy to get a follow up letter regarding the matter. Especially since the amount keeps changing. Now I have to play phone tag with the lawyer to find out what's going on. If I had the money I would just throw it at her to go away. Right now I'm hoping for a small miracle that they'll manage to talk down her lawyers and just settle the damn thing. I just want to get on with my life already!

Way back in 2003 JakeD got into a car accident in my new car. He tried making a left turn in front of some chick speeding down the road in her brand spanking new BMW. For three years we've been trying to put the case behind us, but it hasn't been easy. The woman ended up being a nut case that wouldn't sign anything. At one point my car insurance had to hire a private detective to make sure she was getting the mail. I finally signed off on the thing so her insurance could get paid. When November passed we breathed a sigh of relief. The case was officially closed.

February 26th we get a call from some guy stating he wants to serve us. Apparently the bitch filed a suit on November 22nd (the day before it expired) and they were just getting around to giving us the papers. You can imagine how thrilled I was to hear this. I called the insurance company, who had to re-open the case and assign yet another adjuster. We were back at step one. Yesterday I called the insurance people after being notified of a court date in which no one showed. I panicked. They assured me we didn't have to. Apparently her attorney is similar and has yet to even tell them what she's suing for. So now it's in their hands and we just have to sit and wait. The ironic thing is this twit lives blocks from us. I have yet to venture out that way, but I can tell you it is tempting. If she starts claiming permanent injuries you bet your bottom dollar I'll be in front of her house with a camera in hand. All the people in LA... and he has to hit a psycho-chick.

Tuesday afternoon my coworkers approached me, asking for the pot luck signup sheet. After sifting through the papers on my desk one of them found it. I love how people just plop shit down without telling me. She realized I hadn't signed it yet and said, "You don't cook, right? How about bringing sodas?" I guess my vacant stare was a 'yes' to them and my name was written under 'drinks'. I swear one day I'm going to sign up for the main course and cook it. Then they'll feel my wrath.

Fast forward to yesterday morning. I plopped the bottles on the seat with my purse and drove off. I was chatting with Jake on my cellphone (headset) while driving down the 405-S when my car started beeping. First it was a slow beep, but each one came a little faster. I panicked.

ME: Fuck!
JakeD: What?
ME: Shit!
JakeD: WHAT!?
ME: It's beeping. The car is beeping! Fuck!

I looked on my dashboard... nothing was flashing. I was driving eratically, trying to get to the off-ramp. By that time it was almost a continuous beep. I thought something was going to explode. Then it stopped. I looked over to see the passenger seat button flashing it's No Seatbelt light. Fucking shit. Then I hear muffled laughter. I almost got into a wreck because I didn't 'buckle up' two bottles of soda. Fucking car.

I don't understand why people can't think past themselves. I walked to the car yesterday morning and noticed my neighbor had parked too far over again. There still seemed to be enough room until I opened the door. The side view mirrors clicked and left enough room for an anorexic midget to fit through. Maybe.... I tried everything. Short of cutting my tits off there was no way I was fitting through that slot. I decided to be swift and climb through the back door. As I shut the door and sat in the back seat like a child waiting for her mom to finish shopping the neighbor came down. I felt like such an ass. I tried climbing over the seat only to hook my foot underneath and fall forward. I slowly climbed BACK into the rear seat and yelled that I couldn't get through the front. I opened the door and it swung forward, hitting her new car. Shit. After babbling like a child I just closed the door and sat there... waiting for her to leave so I could regain some of my dignity and get into the front seat. Yeppers, a great way to start the day. On the bright side I pulled into the garage last night and noticed she left enough room for a circus elephant to get in.