yet again....

well, I forgot to mention that I could not get into my truck as the doors have steel plated welded inside to support the side mirrors. And of course at work I backed into the timbermart truck... ouch... Why does every thing that could go wrong happen at once? Is this building caracter or forcing me to cry like a little school girl... Or maybe its just that for the past two days I've actually cared? Again, I couldnt leave jsut the picture of the one lawn gnome so here's the other