1. Brent totalled his car tonight when someone slammed into him while getting on the freeway. Thankfully no one was hurt, but his car is not doing so hot.
2. The guy who hit Brent (totally his fault, not Brent's) has expired insurance. It's a company car, though, so it should (hopefully) get paid for either way.
3. Brent came home, armed with these:
to celebrate the 7-year anniversary of our first date! He had picked the flowers up before the accident happened.
4. We celebrated our anniversary at one of our favorite restaurants, Versailles. Mmmm...Cuban food!
5. After dinner, I was blocked in by a mini-van that refused to move. I managed to squeeze by and Brent heard the driver talking smack because I had honked at him. In a very non-Nanette way, I rolled down my window and yelled, "Asshole!" Brent gets a kick out of my very, very seldom roadrage because it's the antithesis of my typical cheery self. He says it's funny to see me wrapped in my mental coccoon that enables me to confront asshats. (Note: I'm highly aware of the crazies out there who are apt to pull a gun on my confrontational ass, so rest assured that I rarely pull stunts like that.)
6. Don't ask me how, but tonight I came across this. And I was literally in tears. It was the bottom right one that put me over the edge.
"If I saw myself dressed like that, I'd have to kick my own ass." - Happy Gilmore
ASSHOLE!
ReplyDeleteOoh we love the garlic chicken at Versailles. Every time we go to LA we always make it a point to eat there (even if we're not hungry).
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