Yesterday, I went to my first office happy hour. I’m pretty sure the Devil came up with this concept of the “Happy Hour”. I feel a bit fishy today. But that’s not why I’m writing. I’m writing to say that last night after we got home, I decided to leave notes on several of the cars on our street. This was particularly horrifying for Toby Joe who stood there watching me in a frozen terror.
This morning, a few of them were still there and so I completed the circle and removed them. One of the ones I removed read:
This Is A Big Car.
You Should Drive Quieter.
Someone needs to keep a better eye on me. In all honesty, I sincerely need to grow up. I know this.