I don't know why or what it is, but I do not belong behind the wheel while in a garage. If one more thing happens, I am sure my husband will start making me parking in the driveway. Actually, I am positive of that. He said that I am a danger to society and my license should be revoked. Such a drama queen. A couple months ago, I closed the garage on the trunk of my car. Yes, we do have those little sensor things. I thought the garage was jammed so I reopened it and closed it twice. Which means it hit my trunk 3 times. Yesterday, I forgot to put my car in park and I got out of the car. This happens to everyone once in their life, right? The car rolled into a wall in the garage. Crack-crack-crack went the garage wall. And dent-scratch-scratch went my car. DJ is a paint correction/auto detailing specialist so scratches make him upset to say the least.
He should be happy that his wife is a ninja and that I jumped back in the car and saved the garage from worse damage. Optimism much?