Week. End.

It's been a busy week. Poor Sarcasm Girl missed the first three days of school entirely, and only lasted through two hours yesterday. This morning, however, she arose with as much of a hey-nonny-nonny as I've seen from her before 10am, and went off to school. YG (who has had her own busy week, including a dance performance on Wednesday and a potluck dinner and jazz band performance at her new middle school) has Scouts tonight--and then gets loaded on a bus with a gazillion of her wee tiny Scout friends, and they drive down to Anaheim, spend two days at Disneyland, and drive back on Sunday night, arriving back at 6am on Monday, in time to change into school clothes and head off to school. (While I love Disneyland with a completely regressed 7-year-old passion, the idea of spending my time there with a hoard of girls not my own, and sleeping on a bus down and a bus back, strikes terror in my soul, so I've thrown the child to the chaperonage of people more virtuous than I.)

Meanwhile, both the Spouse and I have been hit with different bugs--his seems to have something to do with approaching bronchitis, while mine appears to have something to do with stomach flu. Both appear to involve total exhaustion. So I haven't gotten much done other than the bare minimum of dragging children and dogs to where they need to be. I'm thinking maybe a little sleep this weekend, in between my workshop meeting and some other festive happenings. Or maybe not.

Wrapping It Up...

When we last heard from our car insurer, they had preliminarily determined that I was 90% responsible for the crash that took out our old car, and the other person was 10% responsible. This did not seem right to me. At the time of the accident there was a woman walking her dog across the street who witnessed the whole thing, but in my state of post-accident addledness, I didn't get her last name or whole phone number (my handwriting from that day was...um...erratic. Wonder why?). So we put up signs around the dog-walk area saying "Hi, if your name is Alma and you were walking your dog here on February 9, please call."

And she did, bless her. The investigators talked to her. Today we got another form letter in the mail:

We have completed our initial investigation and have determined, the driver of your car was responsible for 10% and other factors and/or drivers contributed 90%. Our investigation has revealed the driver of your vehicle due caution for backing a vehicle into the roadway. The other driver was speeding recklessly and did not take due caution in approaching the backing vehicle. That backing vehicle was already in motion.

The angels, and our insurance rates, rejoice. I feel weirdly vindicated.