David called me on his way home from work and was talking when I suddenly heard screeching tires, expletives, and the unmistakable crunch of metal. The phone hit the ground; then...silence. I was terrified. It seemed to go on forever. He started groaning and then said, "I was just in an accident. Car is totaled. I need you to come get me."
Good news: Multiple cars were involved but there were NO injuries. D was sore and had a headache but otherwise fine. Pretty miraculous.
Bad news: His car (my old car) is totaled. As in, top of the engine sheered off (plus more...obviously.)
Good news: Car is replaceable.
This car got me through college, grad-school, and beyond. It had 210K miles and although no beauty, was a terrific (read: paid for!) commuter car. I was sad to see her lifted on that tow truck.
Goodbye old friend.
Car wreck = frantic Faith = need to bake.
Actually, that's not true. I baked these earlier on Monday, but you better believe I "treated" myself to 1 (or 3) when we made it home.
Stress kills. Cookies save.
Grandma's no-fail Snickerdoodles.
I think I take after my Grandma btw. Every time we visit she bakes up some delicious cake or pastry as a welcome.
Baking is her joy. It's mine too.
Confession: These pictures made me hungry. I'm now chewing one of these as I type.
Oh, if you want the recipe here you go.
Now I have to stop eating and get back to work...researching vehicles.