So the other day I happened to be distracted while driving away from our mailbox and MAY have accidentally brushed up against it driving away. And I MAY not have mentioned anything to dear hubby after I successfully wiped off the black smear. And put the mailbox lid back on...
Until.....
Today we were leaving the optometrist and dear hubby says, "What in the world!" and he's looking at said side door. And I go around acting all innocent to see what he could possible be looking at. He'd be looking at the two foot indented line running along the width of the side passenger door. Apparently I wasn't able to see it in the darkened garage as I was quietly trying to remove the black smudge. Once that was off, I never thought to look to see if it was indented.
INDENTED friends. INDENTED.
Did I mention it was almost the entire length of the side door? MERCY.
So I confessed rather quickly. (Okay, maybe ten minutes later until my conscience couldn't take it.) We're still not speaking about it.
And I guess this would all be rather funny except that my car is the ONLY car we have right now. Dear hubby's 21 year old truck died on Monday, so we're now a one-car fam. Its been a quick education, let me tell you.
So Santa, if you are reading this, we'd like a new truck please. It doesn't even have to be brand new, just new-to-us would be just fine. Or enough cash to fix the old one. Which is more than the poor old thing is worth. By Christmas would be great. Thank you.
Oops!! I put a dent in the left front bumper of our van and a gash on the front of our garage when I was pulling into the garage while talking on my cell phone. I confessed as it was happening because I was on the phone with my husband. Couldn't sneak out of that one! Our other vehicle is a 16 year old truck but thankfully it is still in pretty good running condition. Occasionally it won't start in the morning and my husband has to take our van to work and I am stuck without a vehicle. No fun! Hope you get your Christmas wish!!
ReplyDeleteSo, I'm super sad the truck died. Is that the same truck you drove over the mountains to Tennessee a thousand life-times ago? (ok, nine years but still...) Old Blue? Was that its name? Maybe I made that up...
ReplyDeleteYes friend! Old Blue it was. Guess what died on it...the clutch! The very same clutch I learned how to drive a straight gear on, and the one I jerked and lerched us around on! Can you believe it lasted nine years? Personally I'm shocked. There's other things that died on it too, but the clutch I thought you would find particularly humorous!
ReplyDeleteHA! I so remember the trouble with that over the mountains especially. Remember how awful and RAINY it was? Super dangerous, now that I look back. Poor Old Blue.
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