Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Sunday evening I glanced over at my car and was thoroughly perturbed to see that once again the ol' Taurus was covered in white splatter. I shook my head in disgust and resigned myself to parking in the outer parking lot at work so noone would see my shame. However, on Monday morning I woke to the sound of raindrops pounding on my roof. "Stupidmiserablerainwithitsstupidclouds" I thought to myself as I stumbled out the door at 6:30am. (Guess what I like even less than birds? Rain!) But then, as I looked at my car, I was suddenly grateful for the miserable, wet drops that were pounding the city. All the poo was gone! What a glorious suprise!
After making the school run with the kiddos I pulled back into the driveway to get ready for work. I was parked there less than an hour. When I went to leave, my car had once again been victimized. No fewer than 12 poop bombs once again covered the windshield, hood, and roof of my car.
I think I'll cut down the tree.
Posted by Soni Levenseller at 4:16 PM