Sure enough, within a couple of days, the epic fail showed up like this:
The van was totaled, and now I'm stuck at home with a serious case of cabin fever. I hate losing my independence! Plus, it was my mom's van I broke. :( She's just glad we're all okay.
I'm not one to be daunted, however. Cobalt's rewriting is going well, I've lost six pounds, and I'm gaining all kinds of editing experience with my new work responsibilities. And I narrowly avoided another fail by deciding to keep my phone's insurance when I was in the AT&T store a couple weeks ago trying to get my bill reduced. The very next day, my smartphone decided to derp out. So my insurance mostly covered a shiny new Android without requiring a new contract or anything.
On the subject of fails, texting fails are some of my favorites. I've had a few good ones, like this one when I was apparently sleep-texting Emily:
|All I remember about this is that I actually thought I was answering her question when she was reading Cobalt.|
Another good one:
|Here, Anya got ahold of my new phone.|
Autocorrect struggles are my very favorite kind: