Our house has what the builders optimistically labeled a "two-car" garage. But it's the smallest two-car garage I've ever seen. It's small enough that I can't walk around the back of my van unless the garage door is open and I've nearly lost my side mirror several times while trying to pull in or out. But today something happened in the garage that was potentially a lot more embarrassing than driving around with a broken side mirror. I pulled the car in, parked, opened the door to squeeze out, and got stuck. And I'm not talking just a little bit stuck, but rather a full-on, the kids are in the car screaming for me to let them out, can't breathe, can't slide out in either direction stuck. Finally, after a minute or so of tugging and wishing that the motor oil on the storage unit were within reach, I sucked it in as well as anyone who is six months pregnant can and managed to free myself. Thankfully, I didn't have to call AAA and no one besides Annie and Isaac was around to witness my mortification.
I think I'll be parking the car in the driveway for the next few months.
--originally published 10/4/06
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