The Cursed Car

A stupid cart ran into our car in the Sam's Club parking lot Saturday. Our car is cursed- or maybe it's just me; the beatle was hit and run as well when I owned it. Anyways, this is the poor Impreza's third boo-boo since we've had it. Figures that something like this would happen the month after we paid it off. Sorry, just had to complain, and that's about the only interesting thing that happened this week, other than a gift from Gram that I'll post pictures of later (so you'll have to check back to find out what it is!).