I'll start off by saying that I'm really mad...
When I got up this morning I just did not sleep well and was very grumpy and tired. I decided not to go anywhere or do anything and just sit around and relax. Which was fine until Steven decided to go to the store for stuff for dinner...
He comes back inside and says, "Someone vomited on your car"
I'm going to let that sink in here....
SOMEONE VOMITED ON MY CAR.
We've questioned moving before, that was before the thumbtacks that have recently been left behind our car, pets pooping on the sidewalks and no one picks it up, beer cans and boxes left in the back of Steven's truck, and we can now say that our car has been vomited on too. We took into to get it cleaned up at the local car wash and its fine...but still.
I officially think its time to move. I feel like we live in the slums of Lake O.
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