$500 Car Wash

This whole grown up thing is a hoot. Here’s the update. OK, so I got my car back today. Since it was a hit and run, you know, I got to pay my own deductible to cover the damage caused by the [insert the most foul, offensive, politically incorrect, insensitive, horrific slur right here that you can come up with. Take your time] who ran into my car. Wife got the tag number off the piece of crap that the [insert yet another impossibly profane epithet here] was driving. But, I have a sneaking suspicion that the Montgomery PD has bigger fish to fry than catching the [insert an insult so base and fundamentally revolting that it would make a Muslim, suicide bombing extremist ask, “Dude, seriously, what have we become? I mean, this ain’t right!”] who lacked the testicular fortitude to own up to side-swiping my wife in a parking lot. Whoever it was that hit my car, I can only hope that he finds Jesus. Just seconds before he dies at the hands of an angry mob of John Edwards supporters who have just realized that they were actually ignorant enough to think that supporting John Edwards isn’t a manifestly daft proposition.

So, I’m a little happier. Between then and now, I started work, got settled in, got my parking space all good and broken in.

And on one more pleasant note . . . I got to see a pretty cool thing this weekend. My nephew had his seventh birthday party at a catfish pond in Tallapoosa County last Saturday. It was inexcusably hot. Mom almost stroked out. But still, it was worth it. I was glad to see my nephews and hang out with the fam for a while. But the really cool moment was getting to see my Dad’s face as he watched his grandson opening up his first tackle box, all full of fishing gear. Pappaw Higgins was proud. And so was I. Good times.