Sunday, January 11, 2009
So, I'm upstairs in my room getting ready to tackle some cleaning when I hear a LOUD unidentifiable noise.
The noise is followed by an even louder noise which turns out to be Paul yelling at Blake.
upon investigation I discovered that Blake has inadvertantly wrecked my car.
Yes, my way cool 2007 blue Nissan Altima. You know.....the one that makes me feel like a rock star every time I drive it. Even though deep down I know rock stars don't drive Altimas
It seems as though when he parked the car he felt it was too close to Pauls car so he tried to back out and re-park to give himself more room and in doing so he got too close to the garage door and it hooked the bumper. Why he continued backing out once he heard the noise is unknown at this point.
Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars.
As you can imagine it took Paul the rest of the evening to calm down, not without first berating Blake, ranting, snapping at me and fuming for a time. I don't suppose he will sleep well tonight. Even though I am happy to report he did manage to take a break from his snit to talk to Blake once I let him know that he (Blake) was pretty busted up over it.
Why is it that men (or maybe its just my man) get so torqued up over stuff like this?
Broken cars, leaky washers, football?
Yet, life issues like wayward boys, teen rebellion, and the general angst that comes with raising kids seem to just roll off them like water off a duck's back?
Its just a car, it will get fixed.
No malice, he wasn't speeding, driving while texting, or doing any number of stupid things kids his age are prone to do that cause accidents thank God.
No catastrophe..... just a bummer.