FINALLY!!!!

This is my truck:

(I mean, this is what it SHOULD look like...)

Unfortunately~

I have had WAY too many car accidents in my years as a licenced driver. (Even pulling out of the Secretary of State with my dad at 16, I almost hit a car...that's pretty bad, I know!) To put your mind at ease, if you live in Michigan, there are special circumstances...(You would have to be at a stop, or behind me in my own driveway...) I have never been in a "moving violation" car accident... well, except at 17....but let's not talk about that one!

Over the years-somehow I have hit my (more than) fair share of parked (Yep! I said PARKED!) cars...

Let's reminisce, shall we???

I once hit someone in the McDonald's drive through line...(no marks, no foul!), I backed my truck into a parked car that was in the street, I have rear-ended a hitch on a truck while at a train crossing, I have ripped off my front bumper on the fire hydrant at the end of my driveway, and I hit my husband's car with MY truck as I backed out of the garage...twice...(The second time I hit Tin Man's car was when he finally yelled at me...)

I don't have any good excuses~

I wasn't drinking, I wasn't on a cell phone, I was not using any kind of drugs (unless coffee counts), my contacts or glasses were on- in every circumstance. Just so you know~ I NEVER parallel park-I realize the danger of placing myself in that situation.

This is just Despicable, I know.

Every time I have had one of these "incidents", Tin Man lectures me. ("Honey, are you paying attention? What are you thinking? You realize I have NEVER had an accident, How can this happen to you all the time??? Hon-you need to be aware of your surroundings at all times! Don't let the kids distract you!")

It was only after the last "incident" (when I hit his car AGAIN) that he finally yelled at me. Complete with swear words, which he is never one to do.

So imagine my glee (I mean, my HORROR) when Tin Man called me and said "Hon-I hit a concrete pillar in a parking garage on the way to the game because of the ice storm." (FINALLY!!!) I know he said "ice storm". That's not the point! He finally hit something! Not me!!!

(The glee I felt was NOT that he would be hurt-I would never, ever want that- just an end to the lectures on safe driving from my former police officer husband who "never in all his MANY years" has had an accident, and loves to remind me of this.)

I want to remember this-in case I have another "incident".

OH. Guess what? You know whose vehicle he was driving????

MINE. DANG! He was in my truck!!! Why did it have to be mine???

(...That would be me~ driving the cracked-up Trailblazer...again)