Car trouble

I finally decided to get an estimate on the big dent in the side of my car.

It happened while I was parked at my upholstery class in Boston...

so, yeah, a long time ago.

I still don't know why I didn't do something about it at the time.

I hated that dent!

My car was pristine before that loser decided to hit me and leave.

But my family made me think it wasn't a big deal and could be easily fixed.

I knew I would have a big deductible if I sent it through insurance.

And we were in the process of doing the whole move to Utah, so I was busy I guess.

I just kept thinking that I would fix it "someday" and that it wouldn't be that bad.

Anyway,

I finally got the estimate today and

it's going to cost a freaking fortune to fix it!

and I've probably waited too long for insurance to help.

So what this means is...I will never get it fixed.

Boo Hoo!

I know that in the scheme of things this is not a big deal.

But it is just one of those moments where you wish you could go back and do it a little different.

Especially since the dent is now starting to rust where the paint got all messed up.

Dang.

Maybe when I have enough dents on the thing I will just spray it with spray paint and get all artsy about it.

Until then, I will have to learn to accept and love my little dented car.