So anyways.. there we are at my mom's house on Xmas night. It's getting late, time to load up the cars...

So I load up my trucks' passenger seat with my goodies. No problem. Proceed to load up my sisters' Chevy Blazer SUV with her presents and her sons' (my nephew) 3.2 METRIC TONS of presents "Grandma" got him, as well as the meager (by Grandma standards) 100lbs of stuff his uncles (me and my bro) got him. Ok, done. Well, most of them. Rest can wait for a second trip.

(Note to self: Reincarnate as a 4-year old only-grandchild to like 7 grandparents that are waiting on a total of like 10 children to have MORE grandkiddies. GOLDMINE, DUDE! PLAYAH IT UP!)

Time to go. Hop in my Ranger, crank her up, belt in, shift into reverse. Did I mention my sisters Blazer is black on black on black?

Look in the review mirror, see nothing, hit the gas. About 5 feet later, come to a rather abrupt and noisy stop, stall the engine. DOH! Pull forward to get my hitch out from under her bumper.

Damage done to sis' Blazer: Bent "Elvis" licence plate, dent in bumper. Damage done to my Ranger: Bent the bumper mounts upwards "another" couple of inches (I abuse my truck, 'cos it's a truck) bumper "front" now fully engaged with body. Hitch assembly (aftermarket, bolted to frame/bumper mounts) skewed an inch to the front on one side. Ouch. Gonna have to check this out in the near future.

(sigh). Lesson learned: don't let your sister park her black-on-black-on-black SUV behind you REGARDLESS of the fact that you were shoveling hectacres worth of nephews' presents into it 2 minutes prior.

Or, blame it on user error or something. Or a full stomach. Or SOMETHING. ANYTHING! Heheh...

Anyways, feeling chatty again, thought I'd share a lapse in judgement.

Last year instead of going to the GGA Brunch, Gossamyrrh and I tried to go geocaching. As we were leaving, I backed out of my garage and SMASHED into her Saturn. We both looked at each other and said "What the heck was that!" Got out and there was her car...not too badly bruised but there just the same...Right where I told her to park. The worse part about it was every now and then I would be driving along and Goss would Yell BAM! and scare me half to death while she just evil-ly giggled.

by the way she still yells BAM! to scare me now and then. Even when she's driving.

Watch where Cymbaline and Slayerette park at future GGA meetings ... and park on the other side of the parking lot!
hehehe

'BAM' - Goss

I was waiting to see whether Slayerette or Goss would be first to jump in on this topic. lol

Sounds like Goss must have an affinity with Emeril Lagasse with all of those "BAM" expletives she reportedly uses.

Goss couldn't do it cos she was at work all day.

She forgot to mention that the only damage my car sustained was a scratch.

The funniest part was when both our heads snapped up-and-forward, and on perfect cue, snapped to the side to look at each other. A perfect Abbot and Costello move.

If memory serves me correctly, this was the day we did Band of Brothers. In retrospect, hitting the car was the least problem!

Cymbaline, be glad sis didn't call the law! O.C.G.A. 16-102-185.5 reads, in part, "It shall be unlawful for any person to damage, in whole or in part, any object or artiface portraying the image of Elvis. Any person who violates this code section shall be guilty of a misdemeanor".

Hey, at least you didn't commit your crime in Tennessee. Up there it's a felony!

tjb