"Mommy you swore! You shouldn't swear mommy. Mommy! You keep swearing." -- Winnie and Lizzie
Just got a brand spankin, nine miles on it when I picked it up, new van.
Yesterday, Day 5, the plates aren't even here yet -- backed that baby into a landscape boulder, "shit! shit!" and "sonofabitch!"
Why can't we have nice things?
Maybe it doesn't look that bad in this photo, but those scratches are really white in real life. They stick out like a sore thumb on the pristine backdrop of the brand spanking new vehicle. They can be buffed, but in order to match the paint and make it perfect again, the entire piece has to be painted -- not just the scratch spot.
I was backing in so that I could get close to the house in order to vacuum and scrub out the mud (not just a little mud -- the boy walked through big mud for his initial trip in the van. Judging by the mud everywhere -- he's a very squirmy fellow in that back seat).
It was a distracted driver moment. The girls had gotten out of their seats and were rapid firing kid "why?" questions at me and I was concentrating on not hitting the grill on the other side of the van.
I have to get those little circle inset mirrors for my side mirrors before I take out a side pannel as well. Many more blind spots than my old van. (Not an excuse, mind you -- the boulder is not on the driveway. You think I could mannage to stay on the friggin driveway without side mirrors. Waaah!)
I share so you can feel better about yourself the next time you pull a boner driving move.
Now, ask me about the shit water I got to clean up yesterday after the toilet overflowed and the boy didn't know to turn off the water and spent several moments freaking out before seaking assistance with the problem.
Some days are full of fun.
posted by kim at
11:34 AM
4 Comments:
oh no!!! i hate that. it's always so nerve wrecking getting a new car bc you're just waiting for that first ding or scrape.
just get some of Winnie & Lizzie's sticker of unicorns and puppy dogs and cover up the scrape. that'll do the trick.
I'm missing something here--- who is 'the boy'?
Sorry about the van. Looks like a vehicle I would own. I got a $250 Maacco paint job on my car when it was ten years old and promptly scraped it along a white wall while trying to do a 20-point turn in a parking garage.
"The boy" is my stepson, Frankie.
He's fifteen and he knows everything.
Quick solution for the big ugly scratches: Rub some chapstick lip balm into them. Go with the grain, not against. It's only a temporary of course but it works.
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