Diana Lyn
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Here's a funny story that I shared with Stacy the night she was here, but it's been kept Hush Hush around here until today:
Wednesday night Bruce decided to go to the store at like 10:30. He hopped in my car (a Chevy Trailblazer---think fairly large SUV) that was parked in the garage and backed out. Now, every day when he comes home from work he parks his car (a BMW 5 series---think fairly large car) on the side of the garage in the parking spot there. Well, apparently, he's not too used to driving my car or something, because when he backed out and started to feel some resistance he only hit the gas harder.
Can you see where this is going? Yup. He had, for whatever reason, parked his car right behind the garage. And when the passenger side bumper hit of my car the front side panel of his car and made a big dent....he only made matters worse by hitting the gas harder and scraping my sage green colored car into his black one.
The good news is my car just has 3 or 4 black lines on the bumper, that will probably come off with either a good washing or buffing out. The bad news is his car is smashed.....and I mean smashed. The things that were coming out of my mouth weren't pretty let me tell you, as our oven just died and getting the stupid oil changed on his car is a $100 expense so I dont even want to know how much this is going to cost us.
I had kept this story to myself because well, Bruce was pretty embarrassed and I yelled enough about it. Well, I went to a Tastefully Simple party last night, and after a few drinks, broke down and told my friends the story. Well my friend went home and told her husband who works with Bruce and I got a not so nice phone call from Bruce this morning asking why every person at work now knew how his car got smashed.
Yet through this whole entire thing, he still maintains that this is all my fault and because I keep the stroller in the back of my car, and it somehow
obstructed his vision and he didn't see the car in the driveway when he hit it. Yup. It's all me. 
Wednesday night Bruce decided to go to the store at like 10:30. He hopped in my car (a Chevy Trailblazer---think fairly large SUV) that was parked in the garage and backed out. Now, every day when he comes home from work he parks his car (a BMW 5 series---think fairly large car) on the side of the garage in the parking spot there. Well, apparently, he's not too used to driving my car or something, because when he backed out and started to feel some resistance he only hit the gas harder.



I had kept this story to myself because well, Bruce was pretty embarrassed and I yelled enough about it. Well, I went to a Tastefully Simple party last night, and after a few drinks, broke down and told my friends the story. Well my friend went home and told her husband who works with Bruce and I got a not so nice phone call from Bruce this morning asking why every person at work now knew how his car got smashed.

Yet through this whole entire thing, he still maintains that this is all my fault and because I keep the stroller in the back of my car, and it somehow

