If You Have Wheels, Stay Far From Me

It was already a kinda crummy day for me- probably just preggy hormones and my obsessive need to nest like mad. I straightened up the garage and was pulling the car inside when my fabulously expensive and trendy stroller slid from where it was leaned up against the wall and got caught in my front tire. Like, majorly.

The big wheel from the stroller was deep up inside the right panel of my car now, above my car's tire. And neither were budging.

Normally I do not panic or get frazzled even over big deals like this. But I was shaking.

I just broke my car. And my $800 stroller that I won from Tots On The Go thanks to Mod*Mom and MomGenerations (formerly Pinks & Blues). The one with the doubles kit that I was so excited to try out when the baby got here...

I called hubby and he came home from work. Finally deflating the stroller's tire and much pulling and tugging and breaking of the rest of it got it detached from the car.

Yeah, it's not supposed to do that:

I know it's not the best pic but I just had to show it because my belly made it in the shot, too.

There's significant body damage to my poor car- we'll be getting a new fender among other things. I know it's just material stuff and that doesn't matter to me. I just feel awful that it happened at all. And that I let it stress me out so much. And that there was no chocolate and no celery in the house.

Now don't you think this story just screams the need for a "here's the kicker" line?

Well, here's the kicker. I was bringing the car into the garage to keep it safe from the hail storm we were supposed to have that never came. Would hail damage have cost as much as this, I wonder?