Mood:  d'oh

I don't know how I could possibly get so upset over a little car.  The same thing happened to the Sisters' cars at other times and they didn't seem this upset.  Maybe because they don't seem to have personal money invested in their cars?  Perhaps it's the little vow of poverty that allows them to keep their heads on straight when something like this happens.  I'm sure that they felt the same sense of loss that I felt, mainly the sense that their personal space had been violated.

Why did I freak out about this?  I guess I've never been the victim of car vandalism before.  I feel so bad that the Sisters had to witness me basically throwing a fit because I am so immature sometimes.  This is my first experience of this and I really didn't know how to react.  I just hope that the Sisters don't decide that this is the last straw and kick me out.  It would be deserved if this happened, but I hope that it won't.