"Honey... I did a bad thing..."

So it all starts out like this.... About a month ago Matt's dad was getting rid of this old rocking chair that used to be Matt's grandpa's. I saved it from the garbage deciding that it would be perfect to re-upholster and use in the baby's room for his rocker. I stripped it down with the help of my niece and father-in-law. We saved all the fabric so I would know how to cut the pieces of new fabric. Then I went and bought the cutest fabric to redo it with. Then this last Thursday I took a day off of work and spent the whole day getting it ready to go. I sanded down all the wood parts that would show and I painted them with three or four coats and antiqued them. I had it the garage set out to dry. Then I went to a church volleyball game.... (This is where it takes a turn for the worst) I called Matt to come walk me home and that's when he confessed his sins. He said "Honey, I did a really bonehead thing... but I think I can fix it!" Oh man! So he takes me by the hand and walks me out into the garage. I look down and see my chair crumpled in on itself. He looks at me again and says... "Don't worry because I think I can fix it..." (He had backed into it without even noticing until he couldn't get his truck all the way in the garage.) Then the saddest/funniest part was when he went to lift it into the back of his truck... It collapsed into splinters in his hands. So needless to say we spent the night in mourning and then Matt, being the sweetheart that he is, bought me a new rocking chair courtesy of RC Willey the next day.