When I came out to the parking structure after a doctor's appointment earlier this week, I was sent into an ANGRY RAGE. That's really the only way to describe it.
Some jerk in a Ford Excursion had parked so close to me on the drivers side that our rear-view mirrors were literally stacked on top of each other. There was NO way I was going to squeeze in the driver's side door--even if I wasn't preggo. I was so mad. Mad isn't even the right word. I was even in a spot marked "compact." I tried to climb over the through the passenger side, but I bumped my belly on the gearshift so hard that I have a still have a bruise.
Meanwhile, Abby is strapped in the back and starting to get fussy. I had to find some RANDOM guy walking by to climb over the seat for me and pull my car out. I wanted to use my keys to etch words into the side of that stupid SUV I can't type here on the family-friendly blog.