Who's been walking on my car?

with dirty feet no less.

What could it be?

Meow.

Or......

Woof.
I don't really know.

The thing about having

a parking spot with your condo number on it- is that it's YOUR parking spot.

I'm pretty sure this is common knowledge. When someone drives into any complex with numbers corresponding with parking spots, you don't just park anywhere you want. That is why there is "visitor" painted right on the ground.

Apparently where i live people aren't aware of this social norm, or they don't care.
TWO days in a row i have had to just stare at a white van in my spot.

WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?

First of all- i am not into mini vans.
second of all- i hate white vehicles.
THIRD- GET OUT OF MY SPOT.

I drove around the parking lot... and the saw the offenders walking to wards the van and sat in my car with my blinker on... and probably a gross face.

They moved.
and if they are there again.....
they'd better watch out.


A strongly worded note is headed their way.

So- was there any better way to spend an hour?

no. there was not.

Could there be a better

way to spend an hour?
I doubt it.

Thursday May 7th

I had just gotten home from work and school (boooo) and started to make dinner when mike comes in to our 78 degree condo.
Kajsia: " hey... how are you?"
Mike: "tired..." (walks towards me) "wow. your hair looked a lot better this morning then it does now..."

Ahh. How sweet. Just what ever girl wants to hear.

Kajsia:" gee. thanks"
Mike:" i mean, it was so curly this morning and it looked good..."
Kajsia: (points to head) "this is what happens when it's hot outside and i work in a sauna box..."
Mike: " and now... i mean.... it's not bad.... it just looks....... different"

That's right. Keep digging the hole.