Apparently, too well. Today we experienced the joys of having one's car stolen. No one was *in* said car at the time, nothing irreplaceable was in the car, and the cops found it just a few hours later. Minus, I'm told, many of the parts that make it particularly car-like. (Seats, battery, fender, bumper....)

So I now have a nice blue claim ticket that I get to take to city hall (ok, a building right next to city hall) in 3-5 working days, and they will return to me a vaguely car-shaped pile of metal. And I should be contacted by my insurance claims adjuster tomorrow.

On the upside, I can relax and not worry about driving to work for the near future. Bill and Dom get to play rock/paper/scissors for that tomorrow. Yes, I'm being glass half full girl.... 'cause why not? I work in the toilet section of Newark. Bring you car around there long enough, and your number will come up. So today was my day. Life's like that sometimes. And it's a little refreshing to having a spot of bad luck that just randomly happened, and wasn't in any way due to me bing a ditz.