Since Dave traded in our convertible for a pick-up recently, it’s been a tight fit getting a truck and big SUV into our slightly oversized 2-stall garage. Then I discovered a little button between the SUV’s front seats and, voila, the mirrors automatically flip in when you press it–giving me more room to edge the vehicle all the way to the right as I pull it in. Too far to the right, apparently. I thought I felt the car rubbing something when I parked it inside the garage Tuesday night. Yeah… try the right side of the door opening! Only when I came out of the preschool after dropping Thomas off yesterday morning did I see the line of scraped-off paint on the right front bumper. Kind of hard to miss when the car is black. Oops! Of course I did what any blonde would do. I licked my finger and tried to rub off the scuff marks. Nothing. So I called the nice guy who sold us both our cars, had to stop by the dealership anyway to sign the title, and he offered to take a look at it. Thankfully, amazingly, five minutes later in the bodyshop and there is virtually no evidence the whole incident ever happened. I told him I’m an honest person so I would tell my husband no matter what. But it’s nice to share the details when the happy ending has already arrived. The repair happened so quickly I regretted not taking a quick pic to show you my handiwork.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 55
This post was written by Tara on January 24, 2013