Grabbing my car keys, I hollered a goodbye to my high school son as I headed out to the garage. I had fifteen minutes to make it to my appointment, more than enough time. I climbed into my parked car, buckled up, and put the car in reverse.
One teensy-weensy problem. The garage door wasnt yet open. In progress, yes. But I hadnt allowed enough time for it to finish its ascent.
CRUNCH!
Stunned, I slammed on the brake.
Id hit the door, the brand new garage door my husband installed months befor...
Published on August 24, 2016 14:28