Crunch!

Yesterday, someone backed into Amy's car while it was parked at work. The person left a note, and I gather that they spoke to Amy about it later on, too. She's been in touch with our car insurance company, so I guess it's time for them to earn some of the money that we send them each and every month.

The first thing I said when I saw the picture was, "Crap! Does the gas door still open?" It did, but only after a fragment of the perpetrator's tail light was removed.

Thoughts? Well, annoyed, for one. Relieved, for two...it's nice that the perpetrator left their information, instead of driving off into the sunset with one less tail light. Of course, it's been revealed that the car they were driving is a rental car, so maybe they'd have done it differently if it had been their own vehicle.


On a lighter note...

This is quickly becoming one of my favorite pictures. Here is my little bookworm, asking (nay, demanding) that his mother read him the book that he is presenting. The expression on the boy's face is priceless.

This past weekend was my cousin's son's birthday party. We attended, even though Stephen was still recovering from his ordeal with the vaccinations he'd had the week before (more on that in a moment, for those of you not in the know). The party started at 11am, which is normally Stephen's nap time, and he had developed a rash on his torso, which only added to the child's crankiness.

Despite Stephen's obvious discomfort, it was nice to get out and walk. The venue was Stagecoach Park in La Costa, a place I never knew existed. I plan to take the boy back that way sometime, just so we can throw a ball, have a picnic, or fly a kite. The big hits for Stephen? Well, the sand, for one. Dirt may be cool, but sand (according to him) is "da bomb." Whatever that means.

He also got to eat strawberries hand over fist, which is one of his favorite things to do (next to eating watermelon).