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I said I wasn’t going to write this.  I really didn’t want to tell you, but my family made me do it.  They said I only tell about the things they do and I don’t tell when I mess up.  So, here goes…

Today, I created instant air conditioning for our new (at least new to us) Suburban.  How, you may ask?  Well, it’s embarrassing, but in the name of journalistic integrity, I will tell you.  I backed into a tree.  No.  I’m not kidding.

So, here, let me answer the questions I know you are going to ask…
The tree definitely won.
No, the tree didn’t walk into my path.
No, the tree didn’t do anything to me.
No, I wasn’t feeling squirrely or nutty or any other tree pun you want to throw at me.

I was being stupid.  That’s it.  No excuses.

We live in the country.  Normally, backing up is not a big deal because there is nothing behind me.  I back up blindly all the time.  (Correction…I backed up blindly all the time.  I won’t do it again.  Lesson learned.)

Today, Mr. E had parked the Suburban near a mobile home on the property we live on.  I went to leave from there instead of from our area of the property.  Without even thinking, I backed up without looking.  That was a big mistake, like, probably a $400 mistake.

I think we handled it pretty well, overall.  I went inside and told the Mr. what I had done.  He came out, looked at it, made a growling noise only detectable to my sensitive eras and got started cleaning up the glass.  I had to go because the Beetle was going to be late for baseball practice.  If you’re on time, you’re late, you know.  (At least that’s what the Goose’s coach says.  We’ve decided that if you are really late, you’re just on time for the next day’s practice.)

So, Mr. E did the best he could to sweep the glass out of the back of the Suburban.  Then, I went to baseball practice.  What else was there to do?  We drove around with an open window.



It wasn’t just the window I broke.  Oh, no, my friend.  I don’t do things the average way, you know.  I bent the whole stupid door.  The entire door has to be replaced.  Ugh.  Luckily, my husband can fix everything, and he has already found a replacement door for $400.  He can install it, thank goodness.  It could have been worse.

Now, every time we open and close the back door, glass falls off.  It’s lovely.  The kids had fun putting their baseball/softball gear in the Suburban without opening the door.  They thought it was hilarious.  At least someone found humor.  Now, Mr. E is headed outside with duct tape and a trash bag.  I have a sneaking suspicion this isn’t going to end well.  -Al



 


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