Garage Disaster

Last Tuesday after I came home from taking Colby to school, I slid on the giant iceburg in our driveway and destroyed our garage door. I called Brett crying and got his voicemail about 4 times before he called me back. Anyway, when I finally told him he laughed at me, and said he'd take a look at it when he got home. When he did get home and saw the actual disaster, his laughter turned to silence. I feel so bad! Accidents happen, but I hope that we've had our share for awhile.

Here is the driveway--I swear it's 8 inches thick in some places!

Here's the garage. It's pretty much destroyed.