Garage Hazardous

I tend to have incidents involving the garage.

Side note:I’m always fearful that one morning I’m going to be tired enough to put the car in drive when I mean to back out and completely ruin my car and house.

Last Sunday, Reid was hanging out at Casey and Sheena’s while I was at home relaxing because I was in a HORRIBLE mood. Also, I hadn’t been very nice to Reid that day at all. I had to run an errand, so as I was pulling out of the garage, the garage door wasn’t fully open yet and I hit the garage door.

Great. That’s the last phone call I want to make on a day that I’ve been so mean to Reid– “Hey, by the way, I broke the garage door.”

My car and garage door are fine. Reid was able to fix it when he got home; I had just knocked it off the tracks.

This isn’t my first incident in the garage….Last April, I was trying to straighten my car up and in doing so, I hit Reid’s car on the side. Both of our cars have small dents from this.

Both times, I was afraid to tell Reid, but he never got mad about them. Although, he wasn’t too happy when I got spray paint on the patio. Whoops. That’s another story.