Sunday, November 27, 2005
My Bad
Just backing the van out of the garage...no big deal, done it a thousand times. Should I be hearing a crunching sound as I back up? I surveyed the damage as I tried to find a way to blame it on my husband.(your truck takes up the whole garage, you were rushing me, you should back the van out yourself etc.) The gas cover(not the cap) was splintered and lying like puzzle pieces on the garage floor. Figured we could live with that. Let's get in the van kids, and head to church. Funny, but the side door wouldn't open. It was crunched shut. So, all kidlings piled in another door and I thought to myself that life just couldn't get much sweeter.
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