How is it that I can drive from one end of the country to the other and never get a scratch on the car, but every time I go into a bloody carpark I scrape the bumper or plow into a concrete pillar?
I just took part of my front bumper off in a supermarket carpart. Again. Which means I can't drive the car this weekend - at least not any distance.
So friggen over my useless spacial skills.
So grumpy right now.
The diet's off tonight. I'm diving into takeaways and a bottle of vino. I might be some time.
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