$300 Whoops

"Honey, when you get home, if you don't think you can get into the garage, just call me and I'll pull it in"

This is what Lawrence said to me as I left to take Whitney back to her hotel last week. I was out of gas, and he graciously just told me to take his car...or should I say tank?! For some brief background: Several months ago, Lawrence's car was broken into. At that time, we were going with the one-car-in-the-garage-one-car-parallel-parked-outside-the-garage method. Since then we've switched to the two-cars-shoehorned-into-the-garage method, for obvious reasons. Well I'm sure you can see where this is going. I tapped the garage on my way in. I should have just stopped and called Lawrence, but noooooooo. I thought that whipping the Blazer into the garage was the same thing as landing the space shuttle on a sailboat, which is what I felt like I was doing with Lawrence's Expedition. The result can be seen in the pictures. A small bump to the tune of $300 or so, which is currently at the shop getting patched up. And oh yeah, I dinged the garage as well.