If you now my husband, you know he is anal about everything. Especially his cars. He meticulously maintains them and they are always clean. Then you have me.... My car is ALWAYS a mess and while I could care less it drives him over the edge.... He swears I just don't care about my stuff, blah, blah, blah....
About six months ago I was backing out of a driveway and NAILED someones mailbox. This over achiever didn't just tap it, no I ripped that baby right out of the ground! I almost DIED right there. INSTANTLY! The gouge in my truck was so obvious. It just glared at me throbbing like a sore thumb! There was no way to hide it so I fessed up.... Surprisingly Jason was not even a tiny bit mad!
I am sure you all remember "The Car Wash Incident". I mean really how could you not. It was a scene that only happens to me and at the most inconvenient of times.... Thankfully, Jason still has NO CLUE :)
Finally, a month ago I made a quick pit stop at the ATM, only to discover the bank was closed. Well, I pulled slowly through the NARROW drive-thru and scraped my passenger mirror along the brick column! (Why oh why do those mirrors stick out so far?) It sounded like Freddy's knives on a chalk board! And the scratches.... YIKES! Again, there was no mention! yahtzee....
Well, the other day I was walking up the driveway with the mail and noticed something. Something not good! Someone hit my car! GOUGES along the entire rear bumper! Deep red and white scratches! It was bad.... I rush inside to tell Jason, by god I was NOT taking the blame for this... His response?
"Yeah, I think I *might* have hit it with the snow blower the other day...."
The think and might had me laughing, but really all I know and care about is that it wasn't me!