Little Gracie Sees the "Dent"ist

I’m sorry to say this post is not about my wonderful dentist of twenty plus years, Dr. Jack. But be not dismayed, I’m sure one of these days, he’ll get a blog post of his very own – which will include some kind of crazy adventure we’ve had. (I better tread carefully, he and his wife have known me since I was a kid… too many secrets…) 🙂

This is about Little Gracie. My truck.

A couple of weeks ago, I was visiting some friends. Very beautiful, wonderful, sweet, and highly intelligent friends. One of these beautiful, wonderful, sweet, highly intelligent friends went to run an errand and said she would be right back. Well, she came right back, all right. Pretty quickly and ashen faced. My beautiful, wonderful, sweet, and highly intelligent friend said, “I’m so sorry. I hit your truck.”

She was devastated. I mean think about this one: you load up your car, open your garage, and back out. Only this time, Little Gracie was in her driveway, impeding the backing-up process. I felt really bad for her, because I too, have backed into… vehicles (yes, that is plural.) We won’t talk about Jeremy’s truck I backed into seven years ago, or the church van I backed into nine years ago. No, you don’t need those sob stories. All you need to know is that I’ve had those ‘beep-beep-beep-beep’ sensor thingies for a while and also have the rear-view mirror camera in Little Gracie now. And I have been reminded A LOT to “look.” 🙂

Back to Little Gracie. Her new parts finally came in, and so off we went to take her to be fixed. Kayla told me that we were going to the dentist. I looked at her a little funny and said, “What?”

Kayla rolled her eyes and giggled that her highly intelligent mother didn’t catch on, “Mom – the DENTist, to fix Little Gracie’s DENT!”

Yep, I was outsmarted by my eleven year old.

I think my highly intelligent friend and I need to have a “Backing out of your driveway without incident” date and go get some coffee together. But… we’ll probably park on separate sides of the parking lot, where we don’t have to back out in front of any spectators.

Comments 8

  1. Oh goodness, life there is such an adventure. Did I tell you I left my lights on while sitting at Baluga point at 11pm last week? Dead battery. Yes, I just got distracted by the “sparklies”.
    Well, I’m glad Little Gracie is whole again. Love you!

  2. Why hit a total stranger when you can crunch the car of a lovely person like you?
    I see Kayla has both her Mom’s bubbly sense of humor and snappy wit.
    Thank goodness because those are the best tools to get through life’s dings.

  3. Oh my! I can just see Kayla’s smile on her face when she told her joke!
    Glad to know Little Gracie is back in perfect health again.

    Gretchen

  4. I can’t wait for No Sweat to come out. Your friend Lori wrote something about dynamite sticks in her quote about you.

    After reading your blog all these months, I’m intriqued. Its got to be a funny story.
    Larry

  5. Larry beat me to it! I was going to say something along those same lines!

    Dynamite sticks?
    I can’t wait.
    Lee

  6. Ha ha! You probably still don’t beat Trey in his 10 year span of driving. The best was when he, in an attempt to retrieve his frisbee, climbed over a razor-wire fence (someone forgot to tell him he had lost his super-powers) and sliced his thumb. Hurriedly he drove back to his apartment and called us about tetnus & sutures etc. While on the phone with us a friend walked in and asked, “Trey, is that your (freshly repainted & repaired) car that just rolled down the hill and crashed into that tree?!”. So we repaired it once again. He reinjured the car this Spring and it is awaiting it’s DENTist appointment which has not been set!

    And yes the DENTist has backed up into vehicles which received no damage, thankfully. He also has his own DENT left by a wanna-be 9 year old golfer…on his cheek. The three underlying bones have long since healed in Jack’s face. His oral surgeon friend said he couldn’t make his face any better looking; he just stitched up his wound.

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