Back and not loving it...

...always hate coming back from vacation....not only does it mean you have to go back to work...

But also:

1. Mom and Sis have gone back home
2. Honey has gone back home
3. Spencer is officially a 'high school kid'
4. the usual 'after-vacation' depression sets in
5. reality slaps you in the face with a big heavy shovel, or something equally painful

Woke up this morning to find the front right tire of my little Corolla gone...car up on a jack still, hubcap leaning on the garage wall.

Seems like things like this are happening lately.

WTF!!! And the thing that gets me, it's probably a neighbor that took my tire. If I find them, I'm letting the air out. The maintenance dudes here are keeping an eye out for similar cars with one tire 'not like the others'. Oh, and that's the air out of all four tires, not just the one they took.

In the mean time, I'm going to start calling around to donate my old Corolla. It deserves a better end than being stripped for parts in a secure parking lot.

Thieving farking bastards!!!!!!