That'll Clear A Room

I probably shouldn't write this post.  I know Pooldad is going to be mortified that I "ratted" him out and ::gasp:: actually made him look less than the wonderful, perfect, glorious husband everyone thinks knows he is, BUT. . .

He WRECKED MY CAR!
Yep.
My NEW car.
Oscar.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

We keep Oscar in the garage because it is below 25 degrees in the morning and when I leave at 6:15 am he is significantly warmer [oh, by about 30 degrees] so it is really nice to not have to heat him up on my two mile drive to church.  Unfortunately [for Oscar] I wasn't in any shape to get out of bed and put him in the garage one night so Pooldad went ahead and did it for me.

HooBoy! Did he.  Realize [please] that Oscar is a sub-SUB compact car. He is smaller than a sub compact. [Figured that out all by yourself didn'tja? giggle]  He is not only not wide, he is not long, so I still have no idea WHY my husband thought it was a spectacular idea to look BEHIND him, out the back window, instead of in the TWO side mirrors [to line Oscar up] while backing into the garage.  When Oscar is backed into the garage he can be parked and almost accommodate another Chevy Spark.  Alas, Pooldad didn't check the side mirrors, which would have confirmed that he was centered [or not] in the doorway, thus providing several inches [or not] on either side for clearance. Nope, he tossed his right arm over the passenger seat and while steering with his left hand watched through the back window at the back wall of the garage.  God only knows how fast he was going because. . .that sound of shattering glass and crunching, molded plastic?

THAT would be Oscar's driver side mirror disintegrating.  He was going fast enough [backing UP!!!!] that he couldn't have stopped when he heard an initial scrape - which he would have heard IF HE HADN'T HAVE BEEN GOING SO FAST and NOT LOOKING.  He would've had a chance to stop before close to a $1000 worth of damage had been done to the car.

When you are backing Oscar [not our mini van, our sub-SUB compact car] into the garage you don't worry about length - you worry about width.  That is what is driving me bananas about the whole thing.  Oh, that and the almost 1,000 dollars that we are paying out of pocket so our rates don't go up or we get cancelled by our insurance company.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

[You should've seen the kids clear the room when they saw Dad come into the bedroom to tell me. They already knew he had done it and they skeddadled faster than a scurry of squirrels being chased by Spot.  In all fairness I simple sat there, in mute shock. When I didn't say anything Pooldad left the room and I cried.  I know, I know - "first world problems" and all that bullsh*t, but it really hurt because I rarely get new things and Oscar means more to me than just being new. He IS my independence.  So, yes, it hurt.  And I didn't actually raise my voice at Pooldad until he tried to talk to me again -before I feel asleep- about it and I yelled through the bedroom door to leave me alone.  I didn't want to say anything mean while I was still upset and he wanted me to make him feel better. I wasn't quite there yet.]

Since I can't justify exchanging gifts or budgeting for the annual "Snowman a Day" in December thing we do, I decided I would go ahead and replace my wedding set.  The wedding set I had to sell many years ago to afford payroll at a company we were management of, for which I was never reimbursed [that's a whole other story, but I digress.....].  Anyhoodle, I do have my wedding band and a stunning diamond engagement ring from my Mom, but I went ahead and bought this set:

My original set was 18K gold and had a gorgeous marquis cut center stone with a wrap comprised of smaller diamonds.  The set I bought this time is pretty too, but I chose a platinum setting instead. The diamonds aren't real - OF COURSE they aren't real. I'm not crazy with that kind of bill staring me down - but hopefully they will look just as nice.  They are simple CZs - and like I said, the rings look pretty to me.

So, that's it in a nutshell for this week.  Please go ahead and leave your comments for poor, poor suffering Pooldad and tell me that it was just an accident, and he didn't mean to do it, and all men are goofy sometimes and to cut him some slack and whatever else you care to, mmmkay? [You know you want to ::wink::] And just because I know everyone is curious ::ha!:: he is no longer on the couch where he SELF exiled himself, okay?

I hope you have a great weekend.
I'll be in the garage. Putting band-aids on my car. ::sinff-sniff::
See ya' on the flipside Tadpoles.