How many pics can this trick cram into one post?

   On this last day in my 20s I would like to reflect. I suited up today for the last time as a 20 something. Began my drive into work for the last time as a 20 something. Almost rammed into this little scenario directly behind my car. Really condo complex? Really? There was about a 5 foot space for me to drive through. Good thing I didn't get that Suburban instead of Civic...

   On 84 got stuck behind this curiosity. I love Rudolph, the Christmas special. I get that. But I don't think of Rudolph characters as being "year round" adornments for automobiles. Especially not Audi's.

That, my friends, is the Abominable Snow Man. A "Bumble", if you will. Gracing the back of this car. Weirdly done.  

   Stopped at Dunkin' Donuts (which I never do) because I felt my birthday celebration should begin early.

MMMM delicious flatbread...



   I drove past Cheesecake factory again to check progress. Coming along, but clearly they didn't meet deadline. August 13th. I imposed that deadline, this wasn't public knowledge, btw.

   Maybe by September. Sara, maybe for your birthday?? I will continue to hold my breath during production. Take your time, workers. Oh right....you're contractors. So you will take your time.

   Speak of the devil (literal), Bob showed up. He was gone before I got home right before 7 (thanks to a car fire on the highway. It's like some people don't even CARE if I get home to watch Sex and the City on DVD?). The enormous box that once held the "walls" to the shower/tub was still leaning against our back door sliders so I was frightened to go upstairs. But I did...

   So we were able to get 2 of the wall pieces put in...but not the third. Clearly that would have taken hours longer to just FINISH so I could see something look like it's done. Sigh. If he came at 4, he obviously left in a hurry. I ended up dragging that 8 foot tall box out to the garage/dumpster area myself, scowling and grumbling the whole way.

To give you an idea of the scale of this thing. It blocked ALL the light out of the HUGE sliders.

   On my way back in I noticed something odd. A contracting anomaly. You couldn't do this again if you tried...please bear in mind that this is definitely from drywall and sweat from this man's back...on my front door. Tell me he didn't see that?

   I DARE you to tell me that doesn't look like a pig or a Chupacabra, the "mythical" Central/South American beast. (I put "mythical" in quotes because as you guessed I KNOW they're real...)

   Relax. I don't really believe in them. I swear...*wink wink*

   After the Chupy and I got acquainted, I drifted into the living room to tidy up. Don't ask me how I didn't notice this right away.

   Holes in my ceiling. At least the screwdriver is gone, right? See that horror here. When Aaron got home the first thing he said was "Wow. That's moldy". Just what you want to hear. I opted out of standing under the moldy holes.

   And last not the least weird, Ms. Turk found out how to get inside the bird cage I borrowed from Jan for my wedding cards. I don't know how she opened the "trap door" on the side, but somehow she did and shimmied her little body in there. I guess she felt it was easier access to the peacock feathers on the outside of the cage. Yeah, that makes perfect sense, kitten.

This one is my fave though. She looks to "innocent" as she rips apart memorabilia from my wedding leaving feathers everywhere.

  Enjoy your morning, friends. Turns out I didn't have time to reflect on my 20's. 

 XO Autumn Van Weir