I killed my mirror

Last night, I pulled into the garage – around Tony’s angled truck and the sound equipment trailer.

I was a little close to the garage wall, but I made it.

This moring, I pull out, checking over my left shoulder to clear Tony’s truck when I hear “crunch.”

Look over and the passenger side mirror is crumpled and cracked!! Ah! I killed my mirror.

I hate when that happens.

Tony popped it back into place, but it needs to be fixed. At a later date.

Went to a friend’s wedding today on the beach. So lovely. Saw several old Harris work friends. It was really cool. I miss them.

Peace out.