In no way am I as great of a story teller as Manda, but i'll try.
Last Thursday I was going to a friends house to then go to a movie and I was driving at night, there were NO street lights and it was in a town I wasn't to familiar with. He gave me directions over the phone and sometimes I can be like a guy and be stubborn about asking for directions. So I noticed I had gone to far and so I made a u-turn. While making said u-turn I was also trying to hold onto my phone. And as I'm turning I fell a BUMP and then hear metal on concrete scratching. I slam on the brakes hop out and discover that my car is straddling the curb. Now these are not your everyday curbs. I guess you could say its folklore but these curbs were 12" tall. Don't let the picture fool you. As I JUMPED out of my car I saw that the front tire had jumped back up onto the curb. I called the guy I was meeting and told him I had a girl moment and jumped the curb outside his street. He came and found me, we went back to his house grabbed his jack and headed back. He then returned my car to the right side of the curb, only resulting in sore arms for 2 days! I don't know how many times I said sorry, but what can you say? Everyday I try and prove that I'm not some silly girl, being in construction its a must when you still insist on wearing pink and heels sometimes. and this truly took away and man point i had made. Not only is my car hurt but so is my pride. The shop that I took my car to said that I had damaged/broken the radiator, oil pan, 2 tires, 2 wheels, R front strut, the R front lower control arm, and a rim. YIKES. Thankfully Daddy Warbucks was able to help! Looks like I'm getting tires and stuff for Christmas!