I came home from work today, and was in a rush to get to the ballpark for a playoff game. Eileen, my wife, was heading off with my son to pick-up another member of the team. I told her that I had to change, and I would see her at the ball park. As I walked upstairs, I thought maybe I ought to tell her my car was in the drive, and to watch out for it.....but of course, I didn't. Y'all know what happens next.

So, the question is out there....what do ya think?

 

The possibilities are endless. I'm questioning whether :

a) You found an anonymous male hiding nude in your closet

or

b) She backed down the driveway into your once beautiful sportscar.

Which was it?

Asif

 

She hit the frigging car dude, if it was someone in the closet, I could deal with that.

 

Rooster....... say it isn't so........

 

Oh dear. My fiancee often questions our love by asking; "If I ever accidentally did anything to your car, would you leave me?"

I shake my head and give her the preferred answer: "of course not dear"

But being but in that position myself, I really don't know what I'd do. Get over it eventually I suppose, but truly, how can you let anyone live that down?
Good luck in any event!

Asif

 

Jesus Dave, the title scared the crap out of me! Let it go. It can be fixed. Of course, now that Eileen feels quilty you should milk that for months.

 

Especially the part about milking it. I'd shoot for a year plus, not just a few months.

How's the car? Will it be fixed by the Ohio Vintage Run?

JonasM

 

OMG...exactly how did she manage to not see the car???!!! It is bigger than a bread box...

 

Dave

Just get the car fixed and give your beautiful wife a kiss. That should solve everything.

 

hack, hack, cough, cough, hack . . . its just a . . . . car!!! I'm sure she feels awfulllll -- hate to admit this, but here at our hacienda despite the fact that we have a rather large double drive, we've hit each other's cars (except not the S and not the 'vette) at least four times -- me twice (backed into my husband's 4 wd twice), my husband backed into my car once and my daughter backed into my husband's car once -- we are our own worst enemies!!!! Sickening, sickening, sickening, however . . . poop happens. I remember the last time I did it, I got out of the car, ran in the house, threw up several times (in the lavatory thank God) and was ill for days. I'm so so sorry about your S --- but your sweetie -- I'm sure she's very, very sick about the whole thing.