Pick up your crap

And this is exactly what happens when you leave your stuff on the ground for your husband to step on. Boo.

Hurray!!

I received a surprise package from Mitchell today at work. So sweet. A box FULL of tape measures - eight of them!!

First, this is notable because Mitchell can be terrible at surprises. Can't stand not to say anything. But he ordered these a week ago and only this morning announced that I had a package arriving today!

This whole deal may have been partially the result of a rant about not being able to find a single blankety blank tape measure in the house or garage. Which was triggered by going to the dedicated quick-access toolbox only to find a gigantic packaging tape system stuffed into it, nothing useful and a complete absence of tape measures.

But now, I can have them everywhere I need. The bedroom, both guest rooms, the bonus room, the pool room, my office, my car and the mud room, both tool boxes... The possibilities are endless!!

Stupid, stupid...

What IS it about parking tickets?? And why are they even MORE aggravating when I'm partially guilty. You know, paying for parking but improperly displaying the ticket. A fair response to "unfair" ticketing would be to vote with my daily dollar and park across the street, which is actually $0.25 cheaper. But, then they won't KNOW I'm doing it to spite the injustice of the parking ticket. They need to realize that a loyal, daily customer I am no longer. That is, until I get tired of walking up and down the stairs in the parking garage and forget how annoyed I am today. City Center Parking - I HATE YOU!! There. Now I will go write you a check.