A long day of work called for another underground parking lot photoshoot but this time I was having car guilt. I'm not what you would call a great parker (even my drive-in park jobs turn out uneven) so when I had to park on the side of the road I did so with caution. Not enough caution apparently because as I was pulling close to the curb I heard a strange crunching sound. As I was driving our brand new car I winced and got out of the car. I didn't see anything so I thought nothing of it. I mentioned the sound to the boy when I got home and this was one time where patience was not his virtue. We rushed down to the parking lot and sure enough I had tore up (teensy) parts of the wheel's rim.
Me: "Oh well I don't see the big deal, it's not like I scratched the car's paint job, I'll just paint over the rim's damages with my silver nail polish"
The Boy: " You absolutely will not. Do you know how much this will ruin the car's re-sale value? It will cost at least $500 to fix!"
Me: "Fine. In a few years, when you decide to sell the car, come find me wherever I am (see what I did there?) and I will give you the $500 for the stupid scratch on the rim!!!" (cue me storming dramatically out of the room)
Author's Note: Do not get between a man and his expensive car, not even with your genius DIY nail polish remedy...
|Bracelet- Le Chateau; Watch-Fossil; Nail Polish- Chinchilly by Essie|
|Blouse- Anthropologie; Trousers- Smart Set; Flats- Payless Shoes; Necklace-The Bay; Earrings- Roots|