Merry Christmas to Me

Once again I've fallen behind so much that it's pointless to try to catch up, so let's just say I have my own place now and a bed and life is better in that sense. I don't have any furniture yet, but my couch is in the warehouse, so I might by tomorrow!

So here's why it's Merry Christmas for me. The other night I came home and there were no parking spots (there is no parking at my apt.). I tried to squeeze into a spot and did a decent job. Until I realized the next day that I'd totally damaged the bumper of the guy in front of me. You see, here in California, license plates on the front of your car are mandatory. I'm not used to that and my car is somewhat ill-equipped for that. The set up right now makes it so that I basically have a bunch of sharp, puncture-y, scrapey stuff on my front bumper. Which I forget about.

There was a good amount of paint missing (a section larger than a candy bar) and some dents (almost-punctures). A good upbringing, guilt, and fear of karma all collided and I left a note, with my number. I was bummed because I'm very broke and that was pretty much the last thing I needed. But Kris Kringle must have felt my pain because that person never called me! It's been 4 days, so I'm feeling pretty safe, let's just hope I haven't jinxed myself.

Parents are coming into town tomorrow. A few hours later, I will be dining on a steak au poivre. MMMMMM...

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

*****Update! The owner of car just called me. I didn't get the call, but she left the nicest message (and she has a totally soothing British accent). Anyway, she said that the paint had already been chipping off for a while and then she thanked me for leaving the note. Yay!!