The accident. Kris was recently in an accident where her car was t-boned by some teenage chick speeding through the La Frontera shopping center. Luckily, no one was seriously injured, except Kris' back was killing her for awhile. The insurance companies (believe it or not) have been really good about resolving these issues. Which is another good thing.
They put Kris in a rent-a-car, and here's where the madness begins.

Kris' drives a Ford Focus (or, as we so lovingly call it, the Ford F*ckus) which has had nothing but problems since the beginning. I'm not even going to get into how we came into this piece of sh*t. All I'm going to say is, when shopping for a car, steer VERY clear of Champion. Well, the insurance company put her into a PT Cruiser, which was what Kris had wanted in the beginning.

As we were just hoping that they would total the damn car out, we found out, much to our dismay, that the car is saved and will be running again on Monday. Whoopee.
I've done some research into the PT Cruiser, and though it's not all that it's cracked up to be, anything would be better then the Ford F*ckus. So, what do we do? I get to pull teeth from Kris to try and get her to go car shopping. Oh, the wonderful holiday season is upon us!

I've finally done it.... Since my truck is so horrible to drive now-a-days, I usually car pool with Kris to work since we're right down the road from one another. So, yesterday, I got off at 5 and had an hour to kill. I decided to go and try to get my haircut, as I'm looking very much like David Spade, and somehow managed to get a manicure... and no haircut.

Cripes.