Driving

So...I called my husband to tell him, before he arrved home, that I had driven the truck up and over a rather large snow/ice bank and had, in the process broken off a piece underneath the vehicle.  I wanted to call him so he had time to process what I said, and had time to get through most of the incessant whining I was sure would ensue, while he was still somewhere else.  He seemed suspiciously calm and did not respond as I had expected.  Ordinarily he would act as though I had plotted out a heinous crime against humanity by driving over a snow bank.  Fairly soon into the conversation, however, he admitted that he had actually smashed into someone with his work truck and had been filling out accident reports as I was worrying about a little piece of broken something or other under our own truck.  I am thinking that we both should have just stayed home.