So tonight after work, I went to my parents house to visit and also to finish removing the tar that mysteriously ended up all over my car last week.

It didn't take long for me and my dad to get all the tar off because he used this tar remover that was liquid-y and essentially turpentine.

Afterwards, I decided that before waxing it, naturally we should wash off the residue from the tar remover.

My dad moved his car further down the driveway so it wouldn't get all wet sitting next to mine when I went to wash it.

As I'm pulling out of the garage, I decided to try and maneuver my way into where my dad had been parked. Why?--I have no idea.

The front right fender of my car--the very place that I just had repaired due to someone hitting it--hit the side of the garage and made the worst crunching sound ever.

I dashed out of the car to make sure I didn't fuck up the garage track. Luckily, I didn't really do anything to the actual garage. But part of my headlight was on the ground in pieces and the other part was hanging on by a thread.

My dad was so mad at me. But because my dad is such a great person, he managed to find it in himself to forgive me enough to continue to help me wax my car, change my oil, Windex my windows, and refill my coolant. Though he did sneak in a "you damn women drivers!" comment somewhere in there.

I'm the stupidest person that ever lived.