I didn't do it!
So my husband just went outside to help me load up my old beater van for the quilt retreat and noticed this. I've already dinged up both sides of the van (hit the Starbucks drive through and scraped a brick wall), and had two flat tires on the good car this year, so my driving confidence level is not high. But this time someone else must've hit me yesterday when the van was at the grocery store. Still, I have this nagging guilty, anxious feeling that somehow it was my fault, and now I have to face I-5 (which always makes me anxious) to drive to the retreat.
I'd better detour to Starbucks before I "hit" the highway and get that giant iced mocha.
Have a colorful day