Sunday, April 3, 2016

Day Sixteen Hundred and Sixty-Four

The Helping Hands and Roughed-Up Raptor


Mimi and I woke up yesterday to zero food in the house and two hungry tummies. So, I whipped up the only thing I had: a sweet potato. Thankfully, she loves her taters and begged me for them while I cooked.


After breakfast, we trekked to Whole Foods where we spent all Dad's money on Apartment #10's necessities. When we got home, I put the little shopper to work.


And she did it happily. 
Girl after her Mommy's heart.

And I sure was in need of some extra heart squeezes yesterday. Because I sort of crashed the truck. Well, crashed is absolutely an exaggeration, but that's what it felt like to me. After having driven that gigantic truck for FIVE straight years, I've never once as much as scratched the truck, and I do pride myself on that. However, we were NOT notified that our truck actually does not fit in our new condo's parking garage (before moving in, we did give them information about the size of our vehicle) and so I found that out the hard way upon exiting the garage. The front driver's side of the truck traded paint with the garage's unnecessary dividing pillar and now, my pretty black truck has an ugly bright yellow blemish. Uhhhh!!! We have no idea where we're supposed to park now, as the garage is - as far as we know - the only option our building offers since it's downtown, but we have a meeting with the management office on Monday to determine our next steps!!! Hopefully they can find us a spot outside the garage, otherwise, I have a terrible feeling that we might have to relocate to another building. 

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