I was lazily reading a book when Mr. Boyfriend came to get me. I thought he had left for a Lowe's run, but his eyes were a little frantic and he started babbling about cars. Turns out he hit my car as he was backing out. I didn't believe him at first but he made me come out to see. When I came around the corner this is what greeted me.
At this point I burst into laughter. I have no idea why that was my reaction but I'm glad that it was. It wasn't the front that was damaged, it is cosmetic, and not worth getting upset about. You can see our reflections in the photo. One amused and one baffled and relieved.