Last night, I let Hobert drive my car to the hotel. Well, someone keyed my car up and wrote on it with a permanent marker. I can't believe it. I am so upset. Hobert felt bad, too. I had to try to convince him that I wasn't mad at him. I got a pretty good idea who did it. This is a trip. My father took the car to the shop to get it fixed. It will be waiting on me when I get back from vacation. Labels: 2006 |
