My car is falling apart.
From bumper to bumper, as each week goes by, it is becoming a magnet for dings, dents, and broken pieces. It’s not pretty.
The worst part about all of this is that the majority of the scars on my car occurred while it was parked right outside my front door.
This Sunday, the greatest hit yet occurred. I walked out of my front door to find the front bumper laying on the ground.
Pictures are forthcoming. Each dent, bruise and severed appendage has a story to be told, and each one is as unbelievable as the next.