Friday, February 26, 2010
So, I hit my husbands car this morning...
I wish I could say it wasn't true. I wish I could say we were all buckled in, on our way to school and pulled out of the driveway without the sound of crunching metal. But I can't. I did not even make it six feet out of the driveway without incident.
It was going to be a good Friday. All the kids were going to be in school all day and I had a date with the MAC counter at Nordstroms. The kids were actually in good moods. There was no WWF going on and "show-n-tells" were stuffed safely in their backpacks.
I was pulling out of the driveway, looking in 12 different directions when my bully of an SUV decided to pick on a car half it's size. (Note the way I shift responsibility to the car).
I think I just hit Dad's car.
His baby car started wailing its car alarm while mine sat astonished. I slowly backed up and unhinged the kissing bumpers. While leaving my engine running I surveyed the damage. Yikes. I don't know much about cars but I do know bumpers should not hang like that. Several pieces of it lay sadly on the ground along with some of parking light to keep it company. And then there was the dent. Double yikes.
My big bully of a car however, maintained only a small scratch and slight dishevelment to the bumper.
In my defense, his car was parked backwards and his bumper was sticking out. (Responsibility shift #2)
And, his car was usually not there in the morning (and #3).
So with my husband still in the house, I did what any loving wife would do after she hit her husband's car. I drove away. I drove away fast. Hit and run.
With the 12 year old saying "dad is going to be mad", I called him.
Hi honey. You know how much you love me and how when you put things in perspective the little things don't really matter much in the grand scheme of things. (Kids are giggling in the backseat, waiting in anticipation, to hear mom get chewed out).
Get to the point.
I hit your car.
He did not yell. I kept saying I was sorry.
I have been in accidents before. I once rear-ended a lady, who was so mean, the policeman told her to shut up.
At least I can sleep with this guy and maybe he won't call the cops, or my insurance!