*drumroll* Another!

Blessing #2 was in the newspaper this week-
surprised and excited to be in there like B#1 was!

Fortunately our family is in the paper for pleasant, happy, smiley events and not for terribly careless, embarrassing, frowny events... such as the unfortunate meeting of bumper and concrete block...

And the subsequent hiding of this Monkey Moma and Blessing #6 around the corner of the building while the monkey bus was stuck in the middle of the library parking lot (because such scenes do tend to create a sea of curious onlookers)...

While awaiting the arrival of the Monkey Daddy in his pick-up...

Who was, though out of complete necessity, illegally transporting five monkeys with him...

Because all carseats were, of course, in the bus...

Sure it's a five hundred-foot light pole. But, to my credit, it was hidden in that narrow little blind spot where the car frame goes between the driver's window and the windshield.

And it was in that little blind spot because I was swerving to avoid hitting a young child readjusting my course of driving after beginning to turn into a parking space that was occupied by an unseen motorcycle.

Sure I was only driving like 7.2 mph... but that didn't stop the fender from bending in to the tire.

Thus rendering the vehicle undriveable.
Thus rendering me STUCK.

So much for going to the library and the grocery store to browse and shop in peace with only one little booger by my side (the one little booger who would have slept through the entire trip). Oh no. No, instead I had to politely reply to the questions all the while internally grimacing at the fact that this did not happen in a remote and isolated parking lot, but smack dab in front of the library.

Where everyone coming goes in.

Where everyone inside looks out.

Where everyone leaving goes out.

And if a semi-abandoned Suburban at the entrance of the library didn't draw enough attention in itself, it only got more exciting when Monkey Daddy arrived with his crowbar and assortment of other big metal tools.

Metal tools on metal fender (and squealing monkeys inside the truck) make for really loud audio accompanyment to the apparently very interesting visual...

And encourage commenting.

You need any help?
Can I call someone?
Do you need me to call anyone?
Everything okay?
Is everything all right?
Are you okay? Is anyone hurt?
Glory me!
Heavens to sweet Betsy!
Oh dear!
What is this?
What has happened?
You want me to try that? I'm Icelandic and women from Iceland are very strong.

Alas, the fender was finally unbent off of the tire, and the troop made it home...

Sans any quiet, peaceful browsing and shopping for Monkey Moma.

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