I was working from home and playing hooky - to be more specific, I took a break to go to the neighborhood pool. I did a quick swim and rushed home to return to work. I carefully coasted into the driveway, just like I have a hundred times before, and gently tapped the break. Except, somehow, it was the gas pedal instead.
I jumped out at the car, wearing only a Zoot bikini and flip flops, jaw agape. I didn't know what to do, so I paced back and forth in the front yard for 20 minutes. Every once in awhile, I glanced up to see if the damage somehow magically disappeared.
Eventually, I gathered my gall and called my husband. He handled the words, "Dude, I just drove my car into our bedroom" surprisingly well. It took me a little longer to come acquire the same ease, however, today I am ready to talk about it.
The previous owner converted the garage into a master bedroom. David and I never loved the fact that the windows faced the street. Lets call this the "Before Picture."
And I guess we can call this one the "After I Drove My Car Into the Window Picture" or shorten it to simply the "After Picture."
The wall was boarded for a few weeks and then reconstructed. We decided to forgo the window. After our new wall was complete, I realized that it was now the perfect wall for supporting handstands. And if I am going to be handstands, I figured, why not stop there? And so, it has now become a family yoga corner.
So....even though I am very pleased with the end-result, I do not recommend trying this at home. I can't believe my husband still allows me to park the driveway.