On Tuesday I backed out of our garage and into Cowboy Z's new pickup. I was mad, he was very mad, and the girls where... in between. It of course did not do any real damage to my 9 year old Honda Element (that thing is a little tank.) But it did injure the rear passenger door of our new pickup. It also ripped off the nerf bar (also called a step if your not familial with the term.) I did not come backing out of the garage at 90 mph. I was actually slamming on the brake when I hit it. I did not look in my mirrors and had forgotten he had parked it back there with the trailer connected. I still can not believe I did it. Well actually I can, I seem to always have about a million things flying thought my head when I leave to go to work. Do I have my phone (make eye contact with phone) check. Do you have a lunch, check, do you have boots for Cowgirl KJ, check. Do you have baby food for Baby Cowgirl C, check. Did you pack the diaper bag, check. Did you close the garage door, check... oh crap didn't Cowboy Z park the pick CRUNCH... Yep he did and he is going to kill me.
I did find a new door for the pickup, It was in Texas. It will be arriving today. At least when the new door is on Cowgirl KJ will stop saying "Yep the new pickup still has an owie, Mommy you backed into Daddy truck and he was going to kill you but your not dead." Evidently I said the last line in my head out loud and Cowgirl KJ remembers that best of all "He's going to kill me."
Well he must love me (or at least need me to raise a couple of farmhands) because I am not dead yet!
New Door :)
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