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| Isn't this sad? |
A towed car. To make a long shory stort (that’s how I said it in my head as I was typing), Friday night, I couldn’t find a spot to park at my own house. Reality is, it’s not my house, and I shouldn’t make the mistake of claiming it as my own, but I pay rent, and I assumed a parking spot was included in that fee. Wrong. A loving human came and towed my sweet little Sentra at 1:30 a.m. Saturday morning from a spot I took upon myself to make legal. Since when do people tow in the middle of the night and since when do red lines = fire lane? Oopsie. It was dark outside. I couldn’t see. In my defense, it was one illegal spot or another. A fire-truck couldn’t have gotten in there anyway.
So, I found my car on Saturday in a random lot after trying to get breakfast at a breakfast place that decided to no longer serve breakfast. I’ll take a boot on my car any day. I had to pay $160 and deal with a rude Santa Claus look-a-like just to get my baby back. Baby’s got back.
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| Tornado cave view from our 2x2 ft. porch. |
This next tidbit is completely irrelevant… But these pictures are building up on my iPhone, so I need to feed them to you all. My sweet, dear, roommate is Meredith. To biographically sum her up, she’s 76% more kind than me, slighty (much) messier, her closet puts mine to shame, she uses wrinkle cream, we’re GDI pledge sistas, and she has an excellent theory. The theory is brilliant. Here, I’ll tell you. Come the next tornado, we’re going to go outside, climb down the hill, and hide amongst the concrete in what she calls the “tornado cave”.
Now, let’s be real.
It’ll be storming. Possibly hailing. The wind will be blowing leaves and cows in our face. Yet, we’re going to leave our house, to spend 10 minutes crawling into nature. No thank you. I’ll live on edge, and risk staying in our house with “no interior walls”. I was always taught to hide in the bathtub. Are you above that, Mere? Or should I say “below”? I'll let you guys know who wins: tornado girl vs. bathtub girl.
By the way, this video is old-ish. I didn't film it for this blahg. It just works.
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