That is the only 'excuse' I can offer for what ended up going down this morning. My brain was obviously on being home and not on driving my car. Oops...
On my way out of Fremont this morning I decided to make a quick stop at Speedway because I had a coupon for a freebie drink. I considered putting gas in the car but figured my just over a quarter of a tank would get me home where there was a good chance that the gas prices were lower. I ran inside quickly, grabbed my drink and headed back to the car. I then got rid of my coat, sent a quick text to Grant to let him know I was on my way, put in my book on CD, put the car in reverse and started to back out of my space.
Somewhere in here I missed what happened next, but the next thing I hear was splat, crash, crack, woosh. I backed into a pole! I am a complete and utter moron. If just backing into the pole wasn't enough, it didn't hit my bumper but instead hit the mounted spare tire on the back of my RAV. And the plastic casing gave, smacked into my back windshield which then cracked into a million tiny pieces. Have I mentioned yet that I'm a moron? And it didn't just crack, it shattered. Everywhere.
No excuse. None. Just that I'm a moron.
I wasn't hurt, there was no other damage to the car or the damn pole. The girl in Speedway came out to make sure I was OK and then said she would come to clean up the glass. *Sigh* I called Grant to fess up.
God Bless my husband. Not only did he (nor has he since then) not give me a hard time, he even reminded me that shortly after we got the car he had done something similar, though without the disastrous windshield ramification. He reassured me it was OK and set off to call the insurance company. While I was on my way home (I'm not even going to discuss that experience) he got the claim processed and hunted down a place that could install the glass tomorrow. Thank you God for Grant.
And also a thank you to my parents, both of whom offered to come rescue me. Totally not the way I wanted to end our time together, let me tell you. Complete. Moron. Yep, that's Kristi today.
I did make it home unscathed though and was overjoyed to see everyone here. I may have held and squeezed everyone a few more seconds that necessary given how relieved I was to see them. There's no place like home.
In completely unrelated news (that is probably more interesting but less entertaining than how much of a moron I am) Happy National Tortilla Chip Day! I did make it home in plenty of time to celebrate today :) (Side note: By the time I made it home yesterday's banana bread was gone (yep, the whole loaf!) so no pictures. But all three have raved about how much they liked the different recipe so we'll have to try it again)
For dinner I made one of the Kosakowski tried and trues - Scoops! You can actually buy tortilla chips in a scoop like shape and then we fill them with taco fixings. Today, though, I already had some corn tortillas at home so I made my own in my mini muffin tin. They disappeared!
And just because that didn't seem like enough, I invented a new Gatchel favorite - the "Smoretilla!" (Copyright pending ;-) ) I took a flour tortilla and covered it in melted butter and then sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon, baked until the edges start to brown just a bit. Then I spread on some hot fudge, dotted it with some mini marshmallows and popped it under the broiler for a few minutes. One huge 12 inch flour tortilla generated about 12 wedge shaped pieces all of which my family inhaled. Maybe not a true tortilla chip, but after the day I've had, we're counting it!
I'm hoping that tomorrow goes better. PJ day at school has been rescheduled for tomorrow so Noah's a happy kiddo. Plus, as if having "New England Clam Chowder" day last month wasn't enough, whoever comes up with this craziness decided that tomorrow is just "Clam Chowder" day. So I decided to try my hand at some Manhattan Style Clam Chowder for tomorrow. And hopefully they'll come and fix my car and I can stop feeling like such a complete moron. Until then...