Yes, this morning I bolted out of the garage at 8:28 in an attempt to make the aforementioned dermatologist appointment. Unfortunately, I bolted straight into my husband's car, severing his side mirror, denting the back of my own car, and leaving a ridiculous amount of streaks and scratch paint on both vehicles. Thank god I have a husband who can very easily be classified "not a car guy." And an understanding one at that.
These photos are from after The Understanding One spent some time rubbing out the streaks of transferred paint. Oy.