I think not

So I've come to the conclusion that my broken mirror was not a coincidence after all, because the other morning, after dropping me off at the airport so I could go home for Mother's Day weekend (more on that later), Irish walked out to his truck to find the back window broken... and the culpable rock still in the back seat.

We both remembered the time, about two weeks ago, when we came home from work after midnight to find a car in our parking space, and, in the interest of not waking the tons of kids we see on the playground outside our bedroom window every day, instead of honking like we usually would, we called the 24-hour courtesy phone and had the car ticketed.

It sucks to know that there are mean, vengeful people like that out there, and that they live in our neighborhood, and that they're essentially stalking us. It sucks more that there's nothing our apartment manager can do because both cars were on the street when the incidents occurred. But in reporting it, we moved to the top of the list for a second parking space or garage, and rumor has it we won't be paying the fee to get that space either.

We'd been seriously considering renewing our lease when it's up in August, but now maybe we'll look into moving downtown (oh, so much safer, I know) or out by work (assuming we each get, like, a five-dollar raise in July).