Yes, I really did. All because I did one of those things you watch on TV insurance commercials and think, *Oh shit! That couldn't really happen.* Here's what went on.....
The Beast left to pick up Chewlee for church and Baron came in and laid his head on my lap. I knew he was sad and needed a little attention. So I decided that I would take Baron out for a ride in the car and find a place he could run around. He was overjoyed to get into the car. The day had warmed up considerably and it felt good to put down the windows and let the breeze run through the car. Baron had his head out, smelling the smells that dogs enjoy when it suddenly occurred to me that there really ISN'T a place around us that we can take him to let him run. I really didn't want to go clear to the other side of Guntersville to let him run along the river so I hooked a U-turn and headed for home.
When I pulled into the driveway, I wanted to try to gauge a kind of landmark to my left that would allow me to pull the car close to the garage since you can't see the nose of the Yaris. That led to my thinking I needed to brake and, instead, I hit the gas. Yes, it really happens in real life. I hit the gas and this thought ran through my mind as I hit the edge of the garage and the garage door.
Sigh. It's a real mess. Thank goodness the door was really a kind of cheap contractor one but I still destroyed the edge of the garage. I kid you not. It's broken and the Beast thinks it's probably going to run our insurance carrier around 10K to repair. There's wood that is broken inward. The aluminum siding is a mess. The door and it's components will need to be replaced. Plus, there is damage to the car. We thought at first that I had damaged the radiator because of the liquid that was flowing on the driveway but it was the windshield washer container that got smooshed as well as the front of the car. That, too, will need work. Sigh.
Chewlee kept saying to me, *Grandma, it was an accident. You didn't mean to do it!* Bless her sweet little heart. It didn't keep me from feeling like a real schmuck for having it happen. It looks awful.
The damn Beast just HAD to tell the Princess to go out and look at the garage when she came to pick up Chewlee. She actually thought we had just painted the door. She missed the right lower part of the door entirely. But, in truth, it was damn near dark outside. When the Beast took her over to the inside garage door and turned on the light, she almost died. I just said, *Please don't make more of a big deal out of it! I feel horrible as it is.* She had just come inside because she wanted to borrow my big slow cooker so she could make a ham in it like her Aunt Raven had a few weeks back when she visited. I told her, *Just take it and go, please.* She IS going to give us the ham bone for some bean soup. The Beast was especially happy about that.
So tomorrow morning I have to call our insurance agent and explain what happened to get the claims adjuster out here. I'm not sure if I have to use our automobile insurance for the claim on our car or not. Our agent should be able to tell me. Then I have to call Toyota to find out when we can bring in the car for repair. I truly put MY mark on it now.
It's really the repairs to the garage and how extensive it's going to be that get to me. I had no idea I had done such major damage until the Beast got home from church and we looked at it together. The only reason he wasn't swearing up a storm was because he had Chewlee there. She has to put her nose into everything. But she knew how I was feeling and tried her best to comfort me.
Love you all. Say a little prayer for me. The good thing that will come out of this? The new garage door. The Beast really hated the old one because it WAS cheap. In a high wind it flexed and made noises. But there wasn't any real reason to replace it because it worked. Well, now it doesn't. *Sigh*
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