Smack, crack, bushwhacked

A couple of months ago, Alex and I bought a new Jeep Wrangler. It's supposed to be our fun car that we share and that isn't practical but is all about Alex and Amy. We have had a lot of fun and sweated a lot this summer riding around with the top off. Last weekend, the Jeep tried to escape. It rolled down the driveway, through a fence, and into a creek across the street.

The shop is estimating that its going to take two weeks to repair. I hear that two weeks in body shop language is actually several months to the average driver. We'll see. . .