You may remember a post where I wrote about how patient my main man was with me -- and I used the example of me backing into the garage door. Maybe not. I just searched for it so I could insert a link and I couldn't find it. Let me recap . . . I was perfectly lucid at 8 a.m. on a school morning. For some unknown reason, I did not push the garage door opener when I first stepped into the garage but instead, pushed the opener once I got into the car. Needless to say, the door wasn't open to the degree that it normally is once I reversed the car and I backed into the partially opened door. With the door bent and unable to open any further, I frantically called the neighbor to take the boys to school. And with a pounding heart beating out of my chest, I made the dreaded call to my hubby. "I don't know what happened! I didn't mean to! Please don't be mad at me!" And with a calm, reassuring chuckle he said, "Oh well, accidents happen. Call the repair guy."
Ha, ha, ha. Here I was sweating it out and get this . . . again, for some unknown reason, he admits to me that he put a dent in the wall tonight, ONE OF MANY! Oh yeah, that big ole' truck has bumped into the ladder that has bumped into the wall that has bumped into the brick. And that was just tonight, not to mention the other oops. You get the picture.
Can you say A-ha? Vindication!
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