@&*!%#!

There's nothing like making that magic window where you're running perfectly on time for work-- not too early, not too late-- and coming outside your house to greet this:



This is the third time this calendar year that Mr. Milkweed's car has been hit while innocently parked at the curb. The first time didn't cause any damage, but was irritating-- a city garbage truck backed into it while our neighbor was mowing the grass. The second time was the worst-- a huge dent, a demolished headlight, and a gash of paint, some of which you can see in the picture. This third time, the mirror snapped off, but because the universe is kind, the person left a note.

I have no idea if it's legal to drive a car without a side mirror, but because insurance is going to be involved, neither of us really wants to move it. I'm not really sure how we'd shore up the mirror, anyway. It looks like an unfortunate victim of a malfunctioning guillotine.

I can't wait until we have a real garage.

(With regard to the posting challenge-- It occurs to me that it's technically been three days since my last post. I was at work all day on Saturday, however, and was actually out Friday afternoon and evening and Saturday night in a veritable hurricane of social activity, so we'll just count this as my one excused absence. Everything after this, and you can dock me one full letter grade.)