Saturday afternoon while I was backing out of my parking space, I was also very busy trying to explain to Morgan about someone who had called for her while she was sleeping. So busy, in fact, that I forgot to remember what I was doing and scrrrraaaped my front left end along the tan-colored wooden post alongside my parking space. Damnit. Let me also mention that I've already had the front end of my car redone TWICE in the time I've had it (it's a 2000). Both times were not all my fault, but not completely the other person's fault either. Damnit all to hell.