Here we are halfway done with this stupid NaBloPoMo and I'm still going strong. Is it weird or wrong that every time I use the Randomizer and discover a blog where someone missed a day, I want to report them to Fussy, great leader of NaBloPoMo, protector of our sacred month of posting. I want them shamed and banned from playing our reindeer games. I mentally shake a finger at them. But I'm not mean enough to actually report folks.
I'm so not mean that yesterday when a moron parked so close to me at work that I had to enter my car through the passenger side door, I decided to write him a note expressing my gratitude for this. I called this person an idiot and said just how much I appreciated him parking on top of my car, when the rest of the lot was empty. I put said note on his windshield and went to grab dinner. While at dinner I decided that I needed to go back and get the note because it was really rude of me to leave it. (never mind that it was rude of the moron to park that close to me) When I got back to the lot the guy was gone. Which means he got my note and I felt really badly all night. And into today. And I'll still feel baldy about it tomorrow. And for a while after that. Stupid guilt.
I could only get squeeze between the cars sideways and the door would only open a little bit, not nearly enough for me to fit in:
And see how empty the lot was! He could have parked at least one spot over: