Here's the outcome of our Pontiac's brief relationship with a truck on Tuesday.
See? Not that bad. A love tap, is all.
What happened with the car was that I was trying to pull out of my parking space at Trader Joe's--one of those angled spots. While I was in the store a giant Escalade parked to my right, completely blocking my view of any cars coming down that row and those cars' view of me. So as I was pulling out, I was trying to be extra cautious in case anyone came whipping around the corner. Unfortunately, I don't drive Jason's car very often, so I misjudged how much room I had behind me, and backed smack into the protruding bumper of an old truck in the row behind me.
All's well that ends well, though. If a dented car is the worst thing that's going to happen to me this week, that's not that bad of a week.
Jason wasn't mad. Actually, he was so worried that I thought he was mad that he called me again a couple hours after we talked about it just to tell me one more time that he wasn't mad.
My husband is a sweetheart. And today was his 29th birthday. I would have liked to have spent it with him, but he said he got a free breakfast at Denny's and took his nephews to the toy store, so he had a good day. I don't know if I can improve upon free breakfast and toys!
Happy birthday, sweetheart. The next two days can't go by fast enough.