Mr. Magoo

Last night we were on our way home from dinner and Jim hit some thing in the middle of the road, I swear it felt like we ran over a dinosaur.  I yelled and thought shoot Mr. Magoo (His nickname, I swear he doesn't pay any attention, he can't even find his way home from work) you have ruined my car!  He said everything was fine and we kept on driving.  

We ended up pulling over and gas was pouring out of the bottom fuel tank, not dripping!  We had to get a tow truck, and now were headed to get a rent a car.  The whole gas tank is ruined and we don't even know how long it's going to take to order a new one.

On a better note Jim leave for his tournament, I will be here at the condo relaxing.  I'm going to go buy some seafood and get to cooking.