Angry at Myself

I busted the garage door after I came back helping the Church on Saturday night. God didn’t watch out for me! Sigh... I had so little room to back up my car, guess whose car was parked in front of my driveway? O well, it was my fault. Apparently, I must had press the bottom twice and the garage door was half open which I didn’t see in the dark (9:45 pm). I crashed into it. Everybody came out when they heard, so embarrassed. Somehow, my poor husband always has to fix my mistakes. Why am I so stupid!