This past weekend flew by. I'm still not sure what happened to it. Let's see ...
My anniversary was this past Saturday. 4 years. DH and I went out for dinner after he got off work. Sunday we had Church then hung out with one of our friends then DH's company party then hung out with the same friend again. Monday we had DH's follow up for his cholecystectomy (he's fine, all incisions are healed) then went to my grandma's for a few hours then dinner then grocery shopping. DS came back home today since DH no longer needs much help getting around. He's already played with his Play Doh (which he loves!), his tablet, and did a couple lessons in his workbooks. We have workbooks for shapes, letters, and numbers to help him learn to write and get ready for preschool. He's now playing Nintendo with Daddy so I took the opportunity to hop on the computer.
Last night was interesting. DH and I got home around 2330 (1130p) and there was someone in our carport. Carports are assigned parking at this complex. I think I mentioned that the complex was repaving the parking lot. Yesterday, the front of the complex and the east side of the complex were getting repaved. Ordinarily, I will write a polite note and stick it under the wiper telling the person to please not park in my assigned parking spot. Well, there were zero open (non-assigned) parking spots available last night and I refuse to steal someone's carport or park illegally so we had the car in our spot towed so we could park. I empathize with it being a pain in the rear to find parking when the complex is repaving the parking lot but you still don't get to steal someone else's carport. At the very least, if you feel like taking your chances, leave a note on your car with your phone number apologizing for taking their spot and requesting the carport's owner to call if they want the vehicle moved so they can park in their spot.
So we have a new tech at work. She's from Cali. She keeps saying she loves my accent. For beginners, I don't have one... next, if someone moves to a new area, THEY have the accent!
This past weekend flew by. I'm still not sure what happened to it. Let's see ...
My anniversary was this past Saturday. 4 years. DH and I went out for dinner after he got off work. Sunday we had Church then hung out with one of our friends then DH's company party then hung out with the same friend again. Monday we had DH's follow up for his cholecystectomy (he's fine, all incisions are healed) then went to my grandma's for a few hours then dinner then grocery shopping. DS came back home today since DH no longer needs much help getting around. He's already played with his Play Doh (which he loves!), his tablet, and did a couple lessons in his workbooks. We have workbooks for shapes, letters, and numbers to help him learn to write and get ready for preschool. He's now playing Nintendo with Daddy so I took the opportunity to hop on the computer.
Last night was interesting. DH and I got home around 2330 (1130p) and there was someone in our carport. Carports are assigned parking at this complex. I think I mentioned that the complex was repaving the parking lot. Yesterday, the front of the complex and the east side of the complex were getting repaved. Ordinarily, I will write a polite note and stick it under the wiper telling the person to please not park in my assigned parking spot. Well, there were zero open (non-assigned) parking spots available last night and I refuse to steal someone's carport or park illegally so we had the car in our spot towed so we could park. I empathize with it being a pain in the rear to find parking when the complex is repaving the parking lot but you still don't get to steal someone else's carport. At the very least, if you feel like taking your chances, leave a note on your car with your phone number apologizing for taking their spot and requesting the carport's owner to call if they want the vehicle moved so they can park in their spot.
Yeah, it's not cool to park in someone's assigned spot regardless of the reason.
Chef, I do not blame you. They didn't care that they took your assigned spot so maybe they will think twice before acting like a snowflake in the future.
SB, the new tech didn't mean anything by her comment. When I was visiting my parents in Texas I made a comment about a little girls adorable accent. My mom kindly informed me that I was the one with a accent.
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