Wreck Again

By Chris

I'm not sure what's going on, but for some reason bloggin' momma is slippin' on the daily content. I told her I don't do pictures and I don't do music, which means this space is very wordy when she isn't in control. And pretty boring too.

So, we filed our umpteenth Geico claim last night. I bet they're wondering "just how many Ford Escorts can one kid wreck?" And, I'm understanding the high rates for knucklehead teenage drivers more and more. Granted, nearly all of the accidents were not her fault. Still . . . three times since she's been licensed to drive now, I've gotten the news . . . . "dad, the car is wrecked." Yeah, one time she wasn't even in the car. But still. Good grief. So, she's driving a rental PT Cruiser now. Everyone's o.k. She's such a pro now, that she filed the claim and got the car towed, came home and THEN told us about it. Mom and daughter decided to just wait until morning to tell dad, in fact. I thought it was weird when Lauren crawled into bed with me this morning. She ain't exactly the "cuddle with daddy" type.

So, I skipped the Thursday night at the beach thing. I'm probably in some type of longterm trouble over it. My awesome wife is a people person, and my need for aloneness really perplexes her, I can tell. She loves all people. Nice people. Mean people. Pretty people. Ugly people. Old people. Young people. Smart people. Stupid people. I guess I love people too. I just get enough of them fairly often. I like to be alone. I especially don't like to be around the same people too often, or do the same thing too many times. I admit its weird. Maybe its an only child thing (did Freud look into that?). But, being alone is ... something I long for pretty often. And, tonight, I wanted to be alone. So, I was. Lauren came home. But, she likes to be alone too. So being home with her is like being alone. We both really don't want to talk to each other very much. It was lonely bliss for a few hours. I hope the people-lovers don't mind too much ;))