Too much good cheer gives you toothache.

Last night, thanks to a trip to my parents' and a stop at the grocery store, saw me getting home long past dark. When that happens, I don't usually park in my garage, because although my garage is well-lit, my driveway and/or back stairs are not, and it's a treacherous hike to get to a door in the dark, from my garage. So when I get home after dark, I park on the street in front of my house. Even though I know I shouldn't.

Last night karma caught up with me but good, and some person or persons unknown knocked the hell out of my rearview mirror and broke it off. It's now dangling off the side of my car by the a few wires, in a couple of pieces, and I am hopping mad.

I guess it was only a matter of time, really, before I got sideswiped while parked on the street. I guess it was too much to ask that an accident taking place on a deserted street in the middle of the night be reported. I guess it could have been worse than a smacked-up mirror. But knowing all of this is not making me any happier. If I knew who it was, I'd gladly, consciencelessly take to his her windshield with a baseball bat.

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To end on a more positive note: my niece Gracie is being born today. :D:D:D:D:D