Argh

Last Friday didn't start quite right for me. I had to go to work while the rest of my family slept in. Kids are snowed out of school and Steve has a 4-day weekend from work. I got in my car, started the engine, and while waiting for it to warm up, I decided to get out of the car to check the windshield wiper. I don't know if it's OLD age, or simply just me being a scatter brain, but I let go of the clutch without putting the gear on neutral first. The Jeep jerked forward, then BHAM! It hit the freezer which in turn hit the garage wall. The loud thud it created didn't sound too good. The freezer suffered some minor cuts and bruises (more like a big dent hehe), and the garage wall now has two big puncture holes on it. The Jeep is alright though, not even a scratch.


The freezer

Garage wall

I was already running behind so I backed out of the garage quickly without hesitation. I stopped to check my mirror and got another nervous moment when I realized that I was just a few inches away from hitting hubby's work car. I had forgotten he parks it on our driveway at night. I shuddered at the thought of hitting a Government car! Big trouble, Oh Lordy! I was a bit pissed at myself for such lack of focus that morning.

Anyway, I got to work with no further injury (to my ego). I called up hubby to inform him of my little mishap. I told him to go and check out the garage. He laughed so hard that I threatened to kick his ass once I get home. I couldn't help but laugh with him. The morning stress was quickly forgotten. What I find endearing about him is that he finds the good out of even the nastiest situation. If the role had been reversed, and the mishap happened to him instead of me, I probably would have chopped and chewed his head off. God really has a funny way of making me realize how fortunate I am to be married to such a wonderful guy.