So I just realized that the previous post was titled “Baby Toys & Girl Power” but I totally forgot to mention the baby toys thing. *sigh*
On Wednesday night I stepped out of the apartment to go watch Lost and I damn near fell over. And not because of my normal clumsiness, but because I almost stepped on this, on my front stoop:
I’m guessing that the car was abandoned in the courtyard and someone thought it belonged to us. We don’t have kids. I do, however, like the implication that we’re lousy parents who leave their kids toys strewn about the complex though.
I brought the car out into the hallway hoping someone would see it and take it and I didn’t see it when I came home so I guess the car went home.