It's no secret that I'm a terrible driver. Last night I was driving the new car for about the 3rd time ever. I don't like to drive it because it doesn't have any scratches or dings on it. Unlike my 12 year old car, there are no gouges in the side from repeatedly backing into the mailbox or scrapes along the bumper from that time I hit the steel cables in the parking garage at KSU.
My car has a LOT of character. And by character, I mean it is really beat up. So obviously, I am comfortable driving that car.
We had driven about 2 miles when Jeff remembered he forgot something and told me to turn around. I looked at him in dismay.
"You mean I'm going to have to back out of the driveway again? I did a really good job backing out tonight, I didn't even hit anything. I don't know if I can repeat that last performance."
Jeff flipped off the radio, rubbed his hand across his eyes and said "Honey, if your idea of doing a good job backing out of the driveway is NOT HITTING ANYTHING, please don't tell me what you consider to be an average job."
