I’ve been cooking a lot lately.  I’m becoming quite the homemaker or something.  I’ve made a lot of really good chicken dishes.  The other day, I got in my car to head over to the grocery store to pick up some mushrooms for the spaghetti I was going to make.  I opened the garage and let my car roll backwards.  When my back tires got to the garage door, my car stopped.  What the?  My first instinct was to give it some gas, but I fought the feeling when I imagined what might be in the way.

Maybe my trash can was sticking out too far… I got out of my car and walked around to check it out.  What?!  A FedEx package?!?!  UNDER my T-t-t-t-IRE!  The FedEx man had put my package in front of the garage door instead of up by my front door! He didn’t even ring the door bell to let me know a package was dropped off. I had been home all friggin’ day - hadn’t even taken a shower yet. (Why do I share stuff like that in a blog? I’m not embarrassed.) So, I would have heard if he had rang the door bell.  Upon closer inspection of the package, I realized what I had just run halfway over with my VW Touareg - a $1,300 HD Sony camcorder the Frag Dolls sent me to do a video blog with!  I felt like throwing up.  I didn’t want to look in the package.  I straightened out the box, set it in the garage and left to the store, sick to my stomach. 

When I came home, I inspected the camcorder to find gaps where gaps aren’t supposed to be. I was happy to find it turned on, but the tape was stuck inside and the touchscreen didn’t work.  I swallowed the disgusting feeling in my throat and called Rhoulette.

“The FedEx guy dropped off a package and he put it by the garage instead of the front door and I left to go to the grocery store and backed over it with my car and it’s broken; is it broken, yeah, it’s broken, it’s not working all the way, the really ‘spensive camera,” I blurted out in one long rushed together sentence.

She burst into an adorable laughter.

I am on the verge of tears, just smooshed the most beautiful $1,300 piece of technology that didn’t belong to me, and Rhoulette is laughing at me! Surprisingly, it made me feel better that she was laughing...better laughter than yelling. The whole situation hasn’t been sorted out yet, but I hope it ends well - and by well, I mean, FedEx pays for the camera and kicks my delivery man in the shin.

What’s the most expensive thing you’ve run over with your car?  Or, what’s the most expensive thing that didn’t belong to you that you’ve broken or lost?