Debate Sushi Wings (CRUNCH!) Part 2
You might want to read the first part first.
I had to go tell Kylie what I had done. At this point, I was so pissed off at myself, I couldn't even type in my garage door code to get back in the garage, So I walked to the front door, walked down stairs and told her. The conversation went kinda like this:
Me: Kylie, I hit your car.
She looks at me, a bit confused.
Kylie: What?
Me: I hit your car.
Surely this is a joke, she thinks.
Kylie: Are you kidding?
Me: I hit your car.
I see her starting to realize I'm serious.
Kylie: You are not kidding?
Me: I hit your car.
Dave hopped up to go and look at it, and as I go back outside, I'm not sure if his initial assessment of "it really doesn't look that bad" was an attempt to make Kylie feel better, or an honest assessment, I was glad he started doing "damage" control.
