this is what's left of Scooter.
Scooter is my niece Elizabeth's VW.
Saturday morning, on her way from my sister-in-law's in Reno to Sacramento, she had a bit of an accident.
girl rolled the car four times before it stopped. thankfully all she hurt (besides the car) was a cut on her toe, and lots of bumps and goose eggs and bruises.
it reminds me how fragile life is, and how close we all came to losing her this weekend.
and that Elizabeth's sister, the now psychic Erin, is a pill.
it seems that before Elizabeth left on Saturday morning, Erin told her to "not crash Scooter, Sissy." and you can only imagine how indignant Miss Erin was when she found out about the accident.
"i told Sissy to not crash Scooter - Sissy just never listens!"
oh but what teenager does. someday you'll be the same way, my love.
oh so thankful that only Scooter was mangled.