Wave Good-bye To Bluey

As most of you know, I drive the total "sex machine" known as Bluey. She's an '06 Kia Sedona, and the kids named her that because of her dark blue color. I love, love, love my mom-mobile, and you couldn't get me to drive anything else at this point in my life. Having the kids separated by their own seats is a wonderful thing. :)
I had stayed home all day yesterday (miracle in itself) until I was supposed to meet John at the gym around 5:30pm. I loaded the darlings into their seats, turned Bluey on, threw her in reverse--and heard the most gosh-awful noise! It sounded like metal grinding on metal. My stomach did a flipflop. I put it into drive to pull her back into the garage. Same horrible noise. Caitlin began to freak out on me at this point. "Mamma!! Is the car gonna fall apart?"
Golly I hope not.
So I put her in reverse again to pull her into the driveway to get a better look. I made a perimeter around the van, checking to make sure I wasn't dragging a pipe or something. Nothing.
I got back in, put it into reverse--same thing!! Oy.
I then drove her back into the garage and called the 1-800 number on the window for roadside assistance. I looked out onto the driveway, and there was a large chunk of metal laying where the car had been.
Sweet fancy moses. Just what I wanted to find--NOT.
I made the kids pile out of Bluey, called John to come home and scratch the gym plans, and then called my grandma to see if I could borrow her minivan for a day or so.
Now comes the weird part.
My grandma said she'd love to let me borrow the minivan, but my dad was already coming over to get it. His truck had apparently had a minor explosion under the hood earlier, and he had to have it towed to a nearby mechanic.
What in the world is going on? Are the stars misaligned? Is it a full moon? How does it happen that both of the vehicles we took to Palo Duro Canyon go caput on the same day and we both need to borrow the same minivan??
Ok, plan B. I called Dad and talked him into letting me borrow the minivan (thanks Dad--you're the greatest by the way). I waited for 3 hours until the tow truck FINALLY found our house. It really stinks that we still don't exist according to maps and mapquest. The kids stood out on their fort in the backyard and watched the tow truck man load up the van. Christian waved and pathetically says, "Bye-bye Bluey! I miss you!"
He came running to me and said, "Momma, are they takin' my car away?"
"Yes, Christian, they have to fix it."
"That's not very nice. They need painkins (spankings)!"
That's how I feel too, baby boy. *Sigh*

Funny side note: I was telling Misty about it this morning, and she said, "The darn snake got mad that he got chopped up at Palo Duro Canyon and he got his snake buddies to sabotage the vehicles." ROFL--probably true! :)