I've been getting emails with pictures of Hannah as she goes through the repair process. Poor car. Poor, poor car. The front bumper was removed, along with pretty much everything but the rear door on the passenger side. The back bumper was also removed. The new pieces have been painted and they're getting ready to put her back together. Still on track to pick her up tomorrow night after work. I know she's just a car, but honestly I felt bad for her. She's four years old and has a little over 30,000 miles and she's going through major "surgery". (I kinda feel like the guy in the insurance commercial who considers his car his baby. And at the end of the commercial, he goes in to get his car and the "baby" is playing with tires.
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