Meg. Let me just say, I'm not the one that smashed my mirror.
Jarrod was the last to park my car in the garage. He parks as close to the wall as possible to have enough space in the middle to walk and carry stuff. I couldn't get in the passengers door so he needed to pull out. As I was waiting in the drive, I heard the crunch. I assumed he would stop. Nope, he kept coming and was laughing about it. I put my arms up in the "WHAT!" position and he was like, "It was supposed to pop backwards" Once he realized he broke the mirror he wasn't laughing so hard. While we were in the car for 17 hours the day before we talk about being on a spending freeze after vacation. Then he goes and breaks something. Ha. Good Job Babe. I just had to tell everyone :)