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My Dad came to go golfing with my ex-husband this past weekend.

Instead of parking at, oh…say my ex-husband’s apartment, he decided to park at my house. without calling me. without even telling me he was coming.

I wasn’t home, I was at Shaun’s G-ma’s surprise BBQ birthday party.

This is the phone call I get at 8 PM.

“Kris, this is dad. My fucking car broke down at your house. I’m going to leave the bastard there. You know someone that can fix it? good. Just have it towed and tell them to call me.”

He left! He left his car at my house! He borrowed my ex’s car and drove home. He didn’t even stay around to say Hi to me or the kids.

So Shaun and I pull up and there it is. My dad’s car. IN MY DRIVEWAY. I’m weird about people parking in my driveway to begin with. I just have this thing, like when Dan and I split and I moved back into the house…I didn’t like him parking on the driveway. It suggested intimacy. The exterminator parked in the driveway once and when I saw it I felt violated.
“Whoa…no where in the contract I signed does it say he could park his bug killin’ car in my driveway.”
As weird as I am about people not parking in the drive way, I am touched by seeing Shaun’s car parked next to mine. It’s like our cars love each other.
Yes, odd. I know.

When we rounded the corner and saw my dad’s car PARKED IN MY DRIVEWAY I was in mid choke when Shaun started laughing at the antenna my dad has mounted to the back of this little Honda.

“Awww, I wonder why he didn’t bring the big antenna?”

I love how he makes me laugh right before I’m about to get pissed.

That antenna is so big I just KNOW my crazy neighbors are going to call the cops on me and say I am breaking some CC&R code.