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Little Myo is mine again.  Apparently she was towed because today was street cleaning.  That's interesting...aren't there usually SIGNS denoting such events?   In the last 16 months I've never seen my street cleaned, so how was I to know this would be the one day that it would happen?  Apparently there was a sign- almost a mile down the street at the opposite end-, but I am going to argue vehemently that isn't enough.  It was quite laughable...for a minute I was hoping it was stolen so I wouldn't have to beg the church for money.  Then I called Richmond City for the tow number, realized I knew neither my license plate # or my VIN #, realized that info. was in the car, and spent the next hour trying to find enough information to figure out whether my car was in the impound lot.  Apparently there are a lot of little blue Myo's in Richmond, VA.  Yeah right.

Y'all should've seen the tow lot.  They were bringing them in like bears during salmon spawning.  Faster and faster, gorging themselves, no place to even put all of them.  What a racket.

Mr. A took me to get my car, although he gave me the what for he did take me there on his lunch hour.  I wouldn't want to give the impression that he's a jerk all of the time...I married him, after all.  He has very nice qualities that he got good at hiding while we were married, that's all.

Anyway! I'm home now, the church gave me a grocery card on top of the help with the car, and I get paid next Friday.  Now if I could only stop walking in on this orgy...

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