Let me start by saying everyone's okay.
No one was hurt.
JR is fine. That's the first thing he said to me when he called Wednesday morning at 6am. Early morning calls are never good. It was nice to know that he wasn't hurt. In fact, the only thing that was hurt was the truck. The whole thing is less painful physically and more of a pain in the butt mentally. Which is as good as a car accident can get.
After I had a chance to process the information, which sadly my day went to shit so my mull over time wasn't until I was driving home. Several things went through my mind later in the day. Things like;
"I wonder if we could convince the insurance company that the accident caused the electronic windows on the passenger to stop working?"
"I wonder if having flames painted on a 1997 3/4 ton pickup truck would be considered a luxury item?"
"I wonder if we can rent a better car than the 1995 POS Sable that we currently own and that I drive?"
Then I read Jessica's post. It dashed all my hopes. It seems that I am going to have to lower my expectations. Just a tad. Somewhere down into the 80s. Since, I was having babies, wearing shoulder pads, and very owlishly large frame glasses in the 80s I don't hold out much hope.