I'm All Right. I'm Allllllllll Right.

So yesterday I drove our car into my garage door. I actually HIT our house with our CAR. My father-in-law came around the corner of the house, saw what happened and said, "You'll laugh about this one day."

That day has not yet come.

One of our garage doors is all drunk crooked, the metal track is bent like a Romanian gymnast, and broken brick abounds. Two of the four glass windows on the door are newly broken. One of the other two was broken a few weeks back when Kevin was bouncing a tennis ball off the garage door for reasons passing understanding. But that's the damage to the house.

And then there's the car. God bless the Mitsubishi people. The Montero is a beast. Front bumper is all weirded out and ugly and there are smears of white paint on the headlights from the poor garage door but it's driveable and actually doesn't look bad if you're just glancing. Of course, if you're standing there obsessing and beginning to hyperventilate, it's a little more terrifying.

My darling husband can't understand how this happened. Fact is, I hit the gas instead of the brake when I was right in front of the closed garage. I was thinking perhaps it signified early onset Alzheimer's, but he wasn't amused with that theory. Hey, the insurance adjustor said I was number five for this exact incident since the beginning of the year. I tried to get him to put that into writing for Rich, but he laughed like I must be kidding.

It's not a good story and it might not be very interesting, but since Kip said one day I'll laugh about it, I thought I'd give you guys a jump start. I'm just not there yet.

Drive safe.