It looks like my birthday present for myself will be a new bumper. I spent the day at the VA Hospital, waiting through a 6-hour surgery (successful result!) and my stepmom and I went home for lunch. I decided to take the Freeway back and once I exited the 405 at Wilshire Blvd., I started turning right onto Wilshire but I stopped when I saw traffic. A second later, “Bam!” We both pulled over and the guy who hit me was so upset and apologetic – I really felt badly for him – but I can fix my bumper without involving him… no problem. It was partly my fault for starting and stopping. The good news was that my stepmom’s husband’s surgery is over, he’s in recovery, and there will be no more eleven-hour days at the hospital. Good, because I need the time to chase squirrels.