Saturday, June 28, 2008

The Slutty Van

The garage was packed to the gills with garage sale stuff. This would be the first night that we had to park the sexy van NOT in the garage. My husband and I decided we should be safe enough to park the car in the driveway overnight. We also have had some burns in our time with stolen cars- long story- go read my archives if you're so inclined. That always sits in the back of our minds although we are in a safer community now and this car is supposed to have a micro chip that disables the car against hot wiring.

Mind you, it is a brand new car and our driveway looks like a ski slope (and not the bunny slope), but we figured, bite the bullet and use the emergency brake and we should be good. The forecast had showers in it, but rain won't hurt the car, right?

Then my husband calls from work, just as I'm dozing off for a good night's sleep before the big sale, and "claims" he heard hail was in the forecast and headed in our direction. Now, normal people would realize that the actual chance of truly damaging hail was probably minimal, but my husband is far from normal. Do you really want me to move all of the stuff around and try to fit the car in? I asked in a lazy, whining sigh.

So I go out and shifted tables around and stacked boxes and figured I could fit the car in a sort of caddywompas way. I was very very careful, after all, this car has been one of the biggest aphrodesiacs for me in years! I inched in, I stopped, got out and looked how much room and repeated that process about 10 times- still not able to close the garage door! I placed blankets on the corners of some of the tables JUST IN CASE! When I got out on that tenth time, the front end was wedged into the one of the metal table corners- that I didn't cover with a blanket!

Oh yah! It was scratched. One week is all we lasted before we popped the cherry on the undinged exterior of the sexy van. And I do not take responsibility for it at all. When he came home, I told him he'd better PRAY for grapefruit-sized hail!

I was so upset, I couldn't get to sleep and watched movies until 2am. I overslept and was woke up by the kids at 7:45 (sale start time: 7am)! AND IT DIDN'T RAIN A DROP!

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Alice said...

I've never had a brand spankin' new car so I totally feel for you. It would kill me.

Ashley said...

Saw your SITS button so I had to comment.

I feel your pain. I got a new ride, rock to the windshield one week later. I cried.

Ann said...

Ah Geez! You got me!
"One week is all we lasted before we popped the cherry on the undinged exterior of the sexy van".
I believe I woke the dead with my laughter.
(Oh,... and I'm really sorry about the van. Really. Honestly.)

Dawn@Embracing the Ordinary Life said...

Well for me that means it's time to's done and now you don't have to worry about scratches...I hope...

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scarletvirago said...

That's a lot of bad mojo for one garage sale. Now I'm scared.

PiaG said...

oohhhh... I would have been M.A.D.

Scratch SO NOT your fault!!!!


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Terri said...

i think we call that murphy's law or something! hehe, but blame hubby anyway.

C said...

Oh my gosh! What is it about cars and garages?! I feel your pain b/c I have dinged the doors & broken the mirrors of about 4 of our cars backing out of the garage--no joke. I told my husband that asteroids hit the car (have you seen that commercial?) I wrote a post about it too b/c it happened so much! LOL

I am sorry about your van though...and that you had to get up and rearrange the garage!
Heavy on the Caffeine

Mrs4444 said...

CRAP! That stinks! (the car thing, and the fact that my long comment just disappeared.) Sorry about the ding. Next time, just throw a tarp over it.

Jill said...

Men... gotta love their insistence about things.

So how did the sale go?