Weasel Of Doom

Seeing as today the parking lot at work has finally claimed its pound of flesh from me – that is to say, I scratched the side of the Jetta while trying to park. You know how the car body bulges out a little above the wheels? That’s the part I have done my best to scrape off by means of a handy column. Poor Jetta. To be honest, I am surprised it took me that long, because those columns have been looking at me with intent for years now, and I suck at judging distances. On the plus side, at least I did not hit another car. Or done worse damage to mine – the columns claimed Mel’s sideview mirror six years ago.

In other news, next week is Squeeker’s last at his current daycare, and then he starts going to the same one DemonChild is at. I felt bad giving my notice. I always feel so guilty when I have to do something like that. The people at daycare were very nice and understanding, and I did warn them when we signed up that we are on a waiting list at another place, but we did not expect an opening until summer, so the move comes a lot sooner than anticipated. DemonChild’s daycare is great, but I still feel a little sad. It’s silly, I know, but there you have it…

Oh, and I am flunking my road test for the third time on Monday. Watch this space, LOL.