Are you FUCKING kidding me?!?

Dateline: December 27, 2006

Long Island - Thomas Beck (my dear brother and partner in crime) is involved in a car accident when a semi driver decides he simply has to get off the highway at the exit he had just passed, jerking the wheel to the right and slamming into my brother's car, sending it on a whirlwind tour of the grass shoulder. My brother's car came to a rest upside down back on the very highway he was attempting to leave, at which point he crawled out a broken window and made his way to the side of the road. He was immobilized by meidcal workers at the scene and taken to an area hospital. He has stitches, abraisons, contusions, aches, and a very grateful family.

Dateline: December 30, 2006

Long Island - Thomas Beck (my dear brother and partner in crime) is in my passenger seat as we prepare to leave WalMart in Riverhead. We sit, first in line at the light, waiting for it to change. As the Westbound turn lane signal goes red, a truck tries to squeeze through, at which point it is struck by an east bound car. The back of the truck gets spun around into the front of my poor, dear Gretchen. Airbags deploy, and my brother emerges from his second accident in 78 hours. This time, it is I who was immobilized by emergency responders. A few hours later, I leave the hospital with a bruised sternum, a sore back, aches, and a very grateful family.

Alright, here it is, to paraphrase Marge Simpson:

"And God, if you expect me to make those lemon squares for the church bake sale, you'd better stop killing our vehicles."

What the fuck is going on here? How is it that our family is involved in two vehicular mishaps in less than four days? What are the odds?

I'll post again when the Percocet wears off, if I don't immediately need to take another.