Happy Happy Joy Joy.

Well, another day of more of the same. That's my son's black Jeep parked in the middle and Mr. H.'s truck in the far right. Two vans and a truck are blocking them in. Quel surprise.
















A little closer look.





















So I go out to ask them to move so Littlest Hawthorne can get off to school.
Here's where the ass-wipe re-parked.


Littlest Hawthorne barely had enough room to make it through since there's another car parked on the left, just out of the frame. Littlest H. left some rubber when he peeled out. He, too, was pissed.




It just keeps gettin' better and better. I finally caved in and called my Homeowner's Association to complain. They'll send somebody by later, no doubt during their lunch hour when everybody will be gone, and then they'll look around my property and find some infraction on my part of the covenants and restrictions. That would be my luck.