So I asked Santa for a New Car..
and there are new cars in my driveway, they just aren't for me. They belong to our nice contractors. It seems to be an unofficial rule that if you're a contractor, you have to drive a big white pickup truck. They're all super nice trucks and the boys really know how to drive them. I mean, the way they all fit in there, is impressive.
So yeah, For the next three months we are without a driveway. You'd never know how much you'd miss a driveway until you lost your driveway. And, might I say, I have a mighty nice driveway...three car garage with room for at least 4 cars at the base of the driveway, not counting the ones that could park on the slope leading down.
Ah, no more.
Mom'n'I are on the street, well, at least our cars are on the street. All of our guests' cars are on the street. Your car is on the street. You get the idea.
Now, as you know, I went and did the official permit thing so I don't have the wrath of the parking doGs on me. However, I didn't count the wrath of my neighbor. And, when I say wrath, I mean mild chiding from an 80+ year old man. Apparently he doesn't like people parking on the street in front of his house. Ever.
Hmm, I don't have a driveway and I can't park in the spot closest to my house because someone wants to always leave it empty.
Yeah, not so much.
We discussed the situation and he accepted my offer of always parking in the spot across from his house when it is available. But, if that spot is not available, he would find it mildly acceptable for me to park in the spot in front of his house.
You see why I'm afraid of condo life people? These are the sorts of issues I have living in a house. I can only imagine the weird things people come up with when you're sharing walls and roofs and such what not.
So yeah, For the next three months we are without a driveway. You'd never know how much you'd miss a driveway until you lost your driveway. And, might I say, I have a mighty nice driveway...three car garage with room for at least 4 cars at the base of the driveway, not counting the ones that could park on the slope leading down.
Ah, no more.
Mom'n'I are on the street, well, at least our cars are on the street. All of our guests' cars are on the street. Your car is on the street. You get the idea.
Now, as you know, I went and did the official permit thing so I don't have the wrath of the parking doGs on me. However, I didn't count the wrath of my neighbor. And, when I say wrath, I mean mild chiding from an 80+ year old man. Apparently he doesn't like people parking on the street in front of his house. Ever.
Hmm, I don't have a driveway and I can't park in the spot closest to my house because someone wants to always leave it empty.
Yeah, not so much.
We discussed the situation and he accepted my offer of always parking in the spot across from his house when it is available. But, if that spot is not available, he would find it mildly acceptable for me to park in the spot in front of his house.
You see why I'm afraid of condo life people? These are the sorts of issues I have living in a house. I can only imagine the weird things people come up with when you're sharing walls and roofs and such what not.
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posted by jenna! at
11:35 AM
1 Comments:
i am going to miss parking in your driveway! please tell me which house cranky man lives in, i want to come over on a saturday or at night and park there. every night. and in fact, i will smear mud on my car first so that it looks more unattractive. don't worry, i won't implicate you. no one owns the street!
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