One summer when I was about 11 the family sat on the long wrap around porch admiring my uncle Wray's new truck. It was a big deal because it was his first brand new vehicle. This truck was the symbol of a lot of hard work. Uncle Wray had started his own company years back and was just starting to reap some reward from all his hard work. It was heavily kitted out with all the extras. I remember, even at 11, being rather in awe of this fancy truck. We walked down to the drive way to have a closer look and rub it with a diaper (I am totally sort of kidding) While doing a turn around the truck I noticed a sizable scratch on the back bumper.
"What happened here?"
(read with your best in your head southern accent) "I don't even know, happened in the parking lot while I was in the store." Shaking his head "Can't have nuttin' nice"
Even at the time I could relate. Only a few years earlier my cousin Noah had broken my newly opened Barbie Bubbling Spa on Christmas morning. I had barely had a chance to play with it when he broke the mechanism that made the bubbles. My dad did fix it but had to crack open the back leaving it less than perfect. I got closer to forgiving Noah after I punctured numerous hole in his new bongo drums with the Christmas nut pick but I never fully did and still carry a grudge to this day.
Really some of the worst damage to my 'stuff' has been done by pets. This use to be a beautiful couch. I had it professionally reupholstered about 7 years ago with a beautiful linen I found on sale. Within 6 months of it being covered our dog barfed on it during the night. By the time it got cleaned up the next morning the barf had bleached a lighter spot into the fabric. Nothing that couldn't be fixed by flipping the cushions over but nothing could fix the damage the cat unleashed.
This is our old dog's new trick and has taught us that until we are empty nesters we can't even have something that is vaguely nice. This is a Real Mama Life