First whoops: Last week I was out with the kids and my mother-in-law running some errands. I went into Cafe Rio to grab some lunch. Cafe Rio is always busy during lunch and dinner. I think I was a little nervous with all the other drivers out and my mother-in-law sitting next to me (I get nervous when I have any adult driving with me in the car unfortunately...probably because of my driving skills or lack thereof). Anyway, I backed up and into a pole, or post, I'm not exactly sure, I just caught it in my peripheral view. Maybe you're thinking what Scott said, "Didn't you get out and look?" The answer to that question is yes, but not until our next stop which was only a couple minutes away. Either way, I looked, and didn't see anything.
The next day I was shopping at Winco. On my way back to the van, the light was shining on the back, bottom corner just right and I saw what I hadn't seen before. Apparently I hit that bottom corner and it made a little mark and took some paint off the bumper.
Previously, I hadn't told Scott about backing into the post, because it wasn't a big deal and so I forgot(honestly). But now I told him. He asked the question above and perhaps another. I told him how bad I felt for doing that to my car. He just chuckled and said, "Honey, it's just paint." I think he chuckled because he knows I really do try. I just have vision/depth issues or something. I sure love Scott.This past weekend I took my van to an auto parts place. I got one of the workers to come out and look at it. I told him I didn't care about it looking perfect, but I didn't want the paint to continue to peel and get worse. He told me to sand it down, rub it with alcohol and then paint it. I asked him to show me which paint and sand paper to use. I spent about $10. I came home and did as I was told and so far it's holding up just fine and it looks better than it did before too, which I'm thankful for. Here is an after-my-touch-up picture.
And for the second whoops. The story is a little wary. I was in the kitchen cleaning up after my pink smoothie I had for lunch. When I came out into the living room, Charlie gave me a funny look. The kind of look that says, "I'm sorry. I'm guilty."
"What's up?" I asked him.
"There's a hole in the screen," Charlie said as he pointed to the window. Sure enough there was hole in the screen about the size of a silver dollar or a ping pong ball. "How did that happen?" I asked.
"I don't know." This was said with his head down and his body moving side to side. I knew he knew.
"Charlie, in order for me to fix that hole, I need to know how it happened." He looked at me for a few seconds and then said very quietly. "I don't know." I took a deep breath.
"Charlie. I need to know how it happened. Please tell me. I promise I won't get mad." He looked up to me then. "I promise," I repeated. Apparently this phrase gave him courage.
"I was playing with that horse and I was swinging my arms like this(he swung his arms out to the side) and it accidentally hit the screen."
"Okay. Well thank you for telling me Char." Then I walked over to the screen so I could have a better look. Lo and behold I found, on the other side of the screen, a dinosaur, lying on it's side on our outside mantle. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "A horse, Charlie?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Charlie, you shoved that Dinosaur through the screen?" He shrugged his shoulders again. So, like I said, I'm not really positive what or how it happened, but I do know it involved Charlie and a dinosaur. And I did keep my promise and I didn't get mad.
