It's my fault

Sunday night I heard a lot of glass breaking and then yelling. Turned out the garage door hit a stick that was in the way because someone threw some hula hoops into my bucket of dowels and the one closing the garage door didn't check to see why the door stopped in the first place. This is definately my fault. I can prove it.

The baby and I had been playing with the hula hoops out on the driveway at her request. And that's where we left them. Then this really nice person picked them up for us and threw them into the garage instead of putting them in their rightful place. Then another nice person closed the garage door but didn't check as to why it wasn't closing right. So it's my fault for sure, if I had just "cleaned up" after ourselves, as I've been telling my kids for years.

It's a good thing we know the nicest and best guy for garage doors. He was out within a few hours of my phone call and put the door back on the rails and found and fixed the wheel that came off. It's all good.