(Inarticulate sounds of rage.)

Tonight, I had to leave the apartment for ten freaking minutes to pick up lower plate ver. 1.1 (fits much better, yay!) By the time I got back, all the parking was gone from the front of the building. I parked in back, and hoped that a space would open up by the time Kiri got home. No such luck, so we had to shuffle cars so she could park in the garage..

Stop. Our garage space is covered in our neighbor's tools for his latest car project.

I have had it. Kirsten is at her computer melting the intertubes with an email to the property management, and we are now going to park in the garage every single bloody night.