I Can't Have Anything Nice...

There was quite the storm that rolled through on Saturday, but to be perfectly honest, while I knew it was storming, I didn't realize how hard the wind was blowing because I was vacuuming.  The hardest part about summer and day after day of gorgeous weather is that I want to be outside.  That, coupled with the high temperature inside my house, makes for a dirty house.  OK, not dirty, but not super clean, either.  When it started to rain, I started a deep clean that hadn't been done since at least February (I don't live in filth, I just don't dust very often or vacuum the furniture).  So I didn't hear the wind howling nor did I hear the wagon rack rolling into the back of my car.

Before the storm hit, Art called me (he was helping a friend unload hay- the same friend that helped us on Friday) and asked me to put the tractor in the barn when it started raining.  He had taken the four-wheeler and was going to stay at our friend's house until the storm passed.  The tractor was still hooked up the hay wagon but I didn't even think about moving the wagon or, better yet, my car.  Art was fightin' mad when he came home and saw it (much yelling and swearing ensued) and even more mad when he asked if I couldn't just drive around with it like this and I told him he would have to fix it because the hatch won't open and how am I supposed to go to Costco and buy in bulk if I can't even load it in the back of the car? (I amended that with, "Not today, but sometime in the near future"). After he calmed down he said he could definitely pull the dent out and would see if he could fix the opening mechanism.  If not, he would buy me a new hatch door (and yes it will match, even if he has to paint it. I'm not driving around in a car with various, mismatched colors).  I told him that this is the nicest car we own, if this had happened to the RAV, I wouldn't have cared one bit- but this car is still nice.

So we'll see- Art's been so busy I'm not sure when he'll have time to fix it, but the time is near that I will need to make a Costco run...my three pound bag of tortilla chips is almost gone. As is my ten-pack of individually frozen packages of guacamole.