Hit and Ruin
Got in a car wreck today. My Ford Escape was backed into, scraping the paint above the rear fender a good four inches. But the driver was a handsome devil, so I couldn't stay mad at him. Even if he is sleeping with my wife.
So I could be mad at Ainsley's parents for keeping their car in our driveway, making mine have to stick out diagonally into the narrow half of our driveway. I could be mad at Toyota for having screwed up a modification to our minivan that I needed to get fixed on a Saturday when Ainsley didn't need to take the kids anywhere, the whole reason I was backing out of the garage in the first place. I could be mad at the home builder for not having a two-car garage here, or for making the cul de sac all cul de sacky. Anyone but mystupidself.
Fortunately, it looked worse at first glance on both cars, but after cleaning the dirt off both scrapes, the minivan's fender has a small smudge of a scrape on it. Should still sell okay in thirteen years.
Waited at the dealership for 2.5 hours for them to tell me they'd have to order the part in a few days, thanks for coming.
Got a boatload done at home after having lunch with Kim and Olivia Waters, the latter of whom needs to work on her forward thrust vector while hugging Ryan (2 attempts, 2 takedowns). Finally cleaned up the workroom and saw the actual top of the workbench for the first time in about two months. Moved Ainsley's Redskins chair into place and broke down the box, after sweeping up the garage. Got rid of three grub-web-colonies-of-branch-eating death on the tree out front, then solicited Ryan's "help" in getting most of last fall's leaves out from under the front shrubs. Rewarded myself by taking the family for a way-caszjgh
okay how do you spell casual without the ual?
dinner at the salad-pasta-pizza-brownie food troughs that is CiCi's Pizza. So let close with those two little words that make this country the greatest in the history of the planet:
Macaroni & Cheese Pizza.
So I could be mad at Ainsley's parents for keeping their car in our driveway, making mine have to stick out diagonally into the narrow half of our driveway. I could be mad at Toyota for having screwed up a modification to our minivan that I needed to get fixed on a Saturday when Ainsley didn't need to take the kids anywhere, the whole reason I was backing out of the garage in the first place. I could be mad at the home builder for not having a two-car garage here, or for making the cul de sac all cul de sacky. Anyone but mystupidself.
Fortunately, it looked worse at first glance on both cars, but after cleaning the dirt off both scrapes, the minivan's fender has a small smudge of a scrape on it. Should still sell okay in thirteen years.
Waited at the dealership for 2.5 hours for them to tell me they'd have to order the part in a few days, thanks for coming.
Got a boatload done at home after having lunch with Kim and Olivia Waters, the latter of whom needs to work on her forward thrust vector while hugging Ryan (2 attempts, 2 takedowns). Finally cleaned up the workroom and saw the actual top of the workbench for the first time in about two months. Moved Ainsley's Redskins chair into place and broke down the box, after sweeping up the garage. Got rid of three grub-web-colonies-of-branch-eating death on the tree out front, then solicited Ryan's "help" in getting most of last fall's leaves out from under the front shrubs. Rewarded myself by taking the family for a way-caszjgh
okay how do you spell casual without the ual?
dinner at the salad-pasta-pizza-brownie food troughs that is CiCi's Pizza. So let close with those two little words that make this country the greatest in the history of the planet:
Macaroni & Cheese Pizza.
posted by Dan at 9:12 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home