I have today off which is a big barrel of yay. I was planning on waking up at around 10 am and taking my friend Amy from the St Louis County Court out to lunch but at like 7 am my super cute girlfriend pads over to my side of the bed and gently nudges me awake.
ME: (Half asleep.) Wha--?
MICHI: (Anxious.) Don't be mad.
ME: (A little more awake.) At what?
MICHI: (Still anxious.) Just promise not to be mad.
ME: (Blinks and lies on her back.) How can I? I have no idea what's going on.
MICHI: (Stares pathetic.)
ME: (Sighs.) I won't be mad.
At this point I was sure that she had left on our gas stove again like she had last week and instead of planning on lighting scented candles to get rid of the gas smell she had actually killed us and was about to say goodbye.
MICHI: (Still anxious.) Someone egged your car.
ME: (Blinks.) People still do that?
MICHI: (Less anxious. Small smile.) Apparently.
ME: (Thinking now.) Just one egg?
MICHI: (Nods.) Just one.
ME: (Snickers.) That's sort of sad. I mean, if it was a dozen eggs at least I'd feel offended but one egg shows a definite lack of conviction for their egging principles.
MICHI: (Relieved.) So you're not mad?
ME: (Laughs.) Not now. If it's a pain in the ass I'll get annoyed while cleaning but that's just funny.
I mean, seriously, people still egg things? lol. It's almost cute if it wasn't as annoying as I predicted to clean off. The egg was dried onto my crappy blue Saturn so it took a bit of scrubbing to get it off. I just can't figure WHY I would get egged, you know? My best theory is it was some bored tween who just felt like doing it or maybe some bored tween whose parents taught them to hate homos and they finally deciphered what the happy rainbow flag sticker in my back windshield means.
Anyway! Here's a picture of the eggery.

ME: (Half asleep.) Wha--?
MICHI: (Anxious.) Don't be mad.
ME: (A little more awake.) At what?
MICHI: (Still anxious.) Just promise not to be mad.
ME: (Blinks and lies on her back.) How can I? I have no idea what's going on.
MICHI: (Stares pathetic.)
ME: (Sighs.) I won't be mad.
At this point I was sure that she had left on our gas stove again like she had last week and instead of planning on lighting scented candles to get rid of the gas smell she had actually killed us and was about to say goodbye.
MICHI: (Still anxious.) Someone egged your car.
ME: (Blinks.) People still do that?
MICHI: (Less anxious. Small smile.) Apparently.
ME: (Thinking now.) Just one egg?
MICHI: (Nods.) Just one.
ME: (Snickers.) That's sort of sad. I mean, if it was a dozen eggs at least I'd feel offended but one egg shows a definite lack of conviction for their egging principles.
MICHI: (Relieved.) So you're not mad?
ME: (Laughs.) Not now. If it's a pain in the ass I'll get annoyed while cleaning but that's just funny.
I mean, seriously, people still egg things? lol. It's almost cute if it wasn't as annoying as I predicted to clean off. The egg was dried onto my crappy blue Saturn so it took a bit of scrubbing to get it off. I just can't figure WHY I would get egged, you know? My best theory is it was some bored tween who just felt like doing it or maybe some bored tween whose parents taught them to hate homos and they finally deciphered what the happy rainbow flag sticker in my back windshield means.
Anyway! Here's a picture of the eggery.