The Brad Hole

This past Friday was my birthday, number 34 in an ongoing series. I'm not the type to make a big deal out of my birthday, and I don't really expect a lot of fanfare. However, I do ask that it not suck completely. ;-)

Case in point: Beth and I went to lunch and then to a local JCPenney Home Store to see what they had. While leaving the parking lot, some jackass t-boned Beth's car while he was backing out of a handicapped space, then proceeded to be a dick about the whole thing: "why didn't you honk first?" (we did - about a second or two beforehand), "why didn't you back up?" (you try stopping and throwing your car into reverse in a split second). Since it was in a parking lot - private property - the police were not involved, which didn't help us. Hopefully we can get this resolved today with his insurance company, because it would otherwise blow to pay a deductible and file a claim through ours.

That kind of set the mood for the rest of the day. When we got home after dinner that evening, we discovered that one of the cats (probably Ian) had peed in the bed. If he didn't sleep at the foot of our bed, I'd consider returning the favor on his birthday.