I think we'll be able to buff that right out...

Toddler Child and I are in Arizona. We flew here on Thursday and return to Utah later this afternoon. I'm here primarily to visit my grandmother - Mamaw - and I have Toddler Child with me because I lost the bet. We're staying with Mom and Dad and things are going fine, although I'm tired.
I'll post more about my time with Mamaw when I get home. She's failing but it was wonderful to see her.
Toddler Child has a cold. [Of course. I'm traveling alone with him.] He developed symptoms about 20 minutes after we got off the plane in Phoenix. This was after he spent the flight yelling, "Captain! I need some orange juice! Captain! Caaaaptain!"
Mom let me borrow her car to run to the store to get cold medicine. I'll make this short. I hit the house. Backed right into it. In my defense, my car beeps when I get too near something [like a house] when I'm in reverse. Her's does not. My car has large windows and excellent visibility. She drives a tiny convertible -- like a clown car -- with small windows and poor visibility. It's like driving with a bag over your head.
I pulled the car back into the garage and entered the house to confess, only after contemplating if Mom and Dad would notice the damage to the car... and... the house. I couldn't fly this one under radar.
"Hey, Mom." She looked up from her spot on the floor playing with Toddler Child. "I hit the house. Sorry."
I'm a terrible driver, as shared in item number one in this post. These things don't surprise or alarm my parents or husband. When Chris and I were first married, I parked the car in our garage, on top of the lawn mower.
I showed Mom the damage, told her we'd pay for the repairs and went to the store. Dad had been in their bedroom/bathroom showering after a bike ride. Coincidentally, the part of the house that I hit.
When I returned from the store, Dad was in his office. I walked in to tell him what I'd done and apologize. He said he was in the shower when he heard and felt the "impact". I asked him what he thought it was. He said, "I figured Chrisy hit the house."
Thanks.
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Love, Claire
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Here you go: Read this and laugh at me. I deserve it. And then we can go to hell together.
XOXO
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I haven't heard from you lately, where've you been? :(
I'd never had any sort of smash, big or small until a few years ago when a young driver had a brain freeze and turned right in front of my car. When I told my EX-best friend that I'd had a smash, before even asking if we were okay, she said, "Oh what, did you smash into a pole?" Yeah, thanks for that. It still annoys me.
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That poor lady with the shopping cart . . . oh my, I've been there.
Hey, at least you're predictable . . .
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Ah, we all have to hit a house at least once in our driving careers.
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I test drove a Nissan Armada over the weekend that has a backup camera and all of those alarms when you are close to stuff! I could get used to that....
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Rachel Cottrill - Well then I hope laughter really is "the best medicine" and you're feeling better very soon.
Cheri - If that's how you go to Bad Friend Hell, I started the trip when I was like six years old. You need to show me how to include links in a comment someday. I don't know how to do that.
Andy Sullivan! (a.k.a. Cupcake when I was in kindergarten.) - Great YouTube video! It's destined to become a classic.
Sherri - The highest of compliments coming from you. :)))
Jessica - You mean there's a driving school?
Tinsenpup - "Utterly unremarkable" - those are the perfect words to describe how Chris and my parents feel about my "smashes". I love how you express things.
Braja - Yes. The man knows his daughter.
Tysdaddy - That's nice you laughed. I can laugh about it too, just not too hard .
Kate Coveny Hood - Your poor Dad. I'm used to leaving a path of destruction. I imagine it's more difficult for a mature man to admit "poor form" while driving. Hope he was okay!
Jannie - I suppose...
The Floydster - You're welcome. (blushing a little)
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Thanks for making me laugh!
I put a dent into every one of my Dad's cars between the ages 15 and 18. Then, when I got my own, I wrapped it around a tree. As soon as I hit 30, I had it figured. Took me a LONG time to learn. I'm dreading when my boys are old enough to drive.
Don't worry, you'll get there too. (hee hee)
Tristan - You need to blog about this, PLUS all the other incidents you shared via email. I feel so much better. Maybe we should start a support group - or maybe our husbands should...
Michael - I don't think I'll ever get there, but thanks for the vote of confidence. That was a vote of confidence... right?
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You parked in the garage. OVER the lawnmower?!? hahahha!!!!
So freaking funny. I love that you linked up to this post - I wasn't reading you back then. Do that some more so I know which ones to read!!!