monday i pulled my two year old, yet impecable "big blue bitch" out of the garage...and ran smack into the basketball hoop, which apparently had been moved into the driveway by the spawn over the weekend. now since i wasn't expecting this little treat to start off my morning, it startled the hell outa me. so my natural response was to, whoops, jerk the wheel of the car...thus running it into the garage door. being the calm individual i am, i muttered some random explicatives. okay, i think i hollered "FUUUUCK!". i got out of the car, and yup, scraped up the left rear bumper. i didn't have the heart to look at the front, so plopped back door in the car and pushed the garagedoor opener. and nothing. i poked it vigorously several times before giving up and releasing the door mannually and texting sweetie to tell him i'd bunged the car AND the house.
i went to drop the spawn and low and behold, the boy does not have school. is presidents day really a skip-worthy holiday??? bah.
sweetie called at lunch and told me he had fixed the door. i sing his praises as THE MAN and then he says "how bad is the car beck?". i answer that i don't know. honestly, i don't. i was afraid to look. and so i ask why.
"because pumpkin...you ripped the sensor out of the wall and tore the wires free, so i suspect your bumper may be hanging off".
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