Talk about Kissing a Belly Dump Truck.

So shortly after returning from Ireland, Tami and I were in my car. We were driving along, and all of a sudden a dump truck slams on his breaks, and we didn’t have time to react as quickly, and we slammed into his rear-end. Of course, my car is totaled after that kiss of death. We found out later, that apparently, there was a car in front of the dump trucks that had apparently missed his turn, and so with on coming traffic behind him, he decided to back-up to the street he missed. This is what caused the accident.

A side note: I was in the middle of moving the visor from the window, back to the front windshield when I noticed we were not going to make it and stopped. Let me tell you, I never thought it true before, but visors have teeth. Tami and I both ended up with many bruises and some achy muscles. I had to get a few stitches, but again nothing big. Thank goodness, we were both ok and fine, and baby Zane was not with us in the car. I know in this picture it looks like I could take first in a beauty pageant, but control your jealous feelings; the Bride of Frankenstein will come out to play later.