'Fessing Up

We recently borrowed a friend's trailer to haul all of our junk to the dump.  All the junk we moved from our last house, into storage, then to the new house, now in a junkyard.  What a great use of time and resources!

Anyway, the trailer was parked off to the side of the driveway, almost out of striking range when backing out of the garage.

Almost.

So I was preoccupied on Sunday when backing out of the garage, just Jordy and me.  I suddenly heard the awful sound of metal grinding.  As soon as I looked in my rearview mirror, I saw the trailer, rocking back and forth from the impact.

My armpits began to sweat and I felt a slight wave of nausea pass through my intestines.  I grudgingly got out of the car to assess them damage.  There is a long red and black scratch along the back of my silver car.  I tried to rub it out to no avail.  Out of sheer panic and desperation, I grabbed a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.  Mr. Clean laughed at me and then flexed his arms.

I neglected to tell my husband about it, not maliciously, but I just really forgot about it.  I remembered the following day when I was at work.  Could I spray paint some silver on it to cover the damage? Or get some silver OPI?

Later in the day, we were walking out of the house together, running separate errands.  He was taking my car -- the one with the scarlet letter -- and I leaving in his truck.  He walked over to my car to put something in the back as I was backing out. 

Before he noticed the scratch, and as I am going in reverse down our driveway, I blurted out the open car window, "I HIT THE TRAILER WITH THE CAR! 'BYE!"

Eric looked very confused as I drove off down the street and we had a "discussion" about it when we both returned home later that day.

Yes, my approach was similar to that of a teenager's. 
Have you had to 'fess up to anything like this to your spouse/significant other?