There are these people who are supposedly fixing our bathroom floor. They have parked their huge van/truck thing in our driveway, partially. Just enough so that we can't park in our own driveway. And somehow, they left.
Without their vehicle.
Which is still blocking our driveway.
My dad left a lovely note for them, the first line of which is "This is bull shit". For some reason, this amuses me.
My mom is showing me brocolli.
I want to go shopping for Target clothes.