It Finally Happened

You know, ever since Dave and I got married I have thought about this happening.



















I always wondered, how I would tell him, how he would react and then I thought that maybe it would just never happen.

Yea right! It happened yesterday.

I let my sister-in-law in on it right away. She knows her brother quite well and when my mind is reeling, trying to come up with ways to tell him things, things that I think will stress him out, she always offers up sound advice.



















Her advice this time: Ice cream. Come home with lots and lots of ice cream for the boy!

Yep, folks, this one was a doosy!



















You see, Dave is kind of a particular person. I'm being nice. My husband is anal (obsessive compulsive, has an eye for detail, an eye like a hawk!) He's very tidy and clean and organized...oh, so organized... which is a humongous blessing because he's the reason our house stays so spic and span. But, he notices EVERYTHING! So, I knew he would notice this right away:


















That's the front of "our" truck. That's the front of "our" truck with a big ol' scratch in it. A big ol' scratch that took off the paint. A scratch that reached all the way to the metal of the truck. And, a scratch that kind of bumped the bumper out of place, which I didn't notice at the time. (Yes, thank you for asking, I am blaming the scratch, not myself, for the bumper being bumped out of place. I was turning SOOOOO SLOWLY folks, I thought I had totally cleared that lamp post! I had done this a million times!) Ooohhhh, I was afraid. So very afraid.



I decided that I was going to stop driving the truck for awhile. Stupid thing, it's too big anyways, I thought. He's closer to work now, why doesn't he drive it, my sis-in-law asked. Yea! Why doesn't he drive it and I can have my nice, little, compact Honda Civic back! Who cares that it's old and the brakes squeak. I can get in and out of any ol' parking spot in that thing. And, I'll never have to come home and explain this again!




I went home, ice-creamless, cause I was so nervous, and I told Dave right away that I had had a horrible day and that I accidentally did something, on accident... to the truck *hiney cringe and scrunched face*. There was just a little boo-boo, I told him. To which Dave totally rolled his eyes in a sarcastic, "oh great, what did you do now", kind of way. Then, we walked outside and I showed him. That's when he noticed the bumper. That's when I said I didn't want to drive the truck anymore. That's when he made a comment about me not wanting to drive the truck now that it's wrecked. That's when I marched into the bathroom and locked the door!



See, I knew I had to eat crow. It was my fault. I knew I had no right to get mad. He had a right to his reaction. I just needed a time-out before I ate any more crow.



When I came out of the bathroom, I told him how it happened and he didn't ask a million questions, which was cool. He had to go to a training last night. I begged him to take the car; but, he didn't. He's "making" me drive the truck. He's a supporter of cruel and unusual punishment. I know why he's doing it, though, so I can get comfortable in it again. It's because of that stupid saying, when you fall off a horse, jump back on and keep riding. I know for a fact that whoever came up with that saying never fell off a horse! Ever!



Dave is already laughing and teasing me about running into a lamp post. So, phew! It went pretty well...especially after he had a Thin Mint Blizzard waiting for him when he got home!