Oh. The. Irony.

Jason is driving now.



Jordan is driving now.



2 teenage
b.o.y.s
d.r.i.v.i.n.g. 

But I love em.
They  make me laugh.

And they always seem to have food....holla!

But back to my story....

So they drive.
And they are pretty good at it.
But nonetheless....this is new to them.

So it was inevitable. 
That ummm...
well....
see for yourself:

Like a good neighbor State Farm is there. 

Yeah.
Awesome. 

Here's the problem though...
Jason and Jordan didn't....
well....
let's see....
how do I say this....

ummmmm.....

They weren't the ones that.....
Well...



Yeah.
It was me.

Times I have ever dented a car in my life: 0.
Well.
Now it's 0 + 1
Which equals.....
ummmm i dunno.
I don't do math.
You can use a calculator if you're really curious how many times.

But I digress.

Now at the risk of sounding oh so cliche'
it really wasn't my fault.

Or maybe it was totally my fault.
One of the two.

There are these annoying stump things at the baseball fields that just sort of arise from the earth and impale themselves into people's cars.
I even took a picture when I was back there today picking up the teens from practice so you could see the stupid things and validate my assertion that this is not my fault.

So there you have it.
That's my story.
Stupid stumps: 1
Sonia: 0

I gotta go crawl under my car now and try and pop it back out.
Mind you I have no real idea how to do such a thing,
but I've seen it on TV and it doesn't look that hard.
Plus I stayed at Holiday Inn Express last night so I'm totally qualified.

Oh, and PS: This is the part of the story where you regale me with stories of how you dented your own cars way worse to make me feel better.
And it's also the part where you teach me how to spell "regale".....that just doesn't look right.