Dude, Where's My Car?

At about 10 pm last night my friend Lesa gets home. I am still (mostly) awake.... because Aidynn decided she didn't want to sleep. So I am laying on the couch.

"Oh hi! I didn't see your car. Where did you park?"

"Uhm.. in my space."

"Uhh.. noooo. Your car isn't there."

"Yes it is..."

"Uhh, noo... really."

"What?..... Are you kidding me?"

So I get my shoes on, finally find my keys (I forgot where I put them), and go downstairs to figure out what the hell is going on.

Sure enough. My car is not in it's parking space.

"What the hell!? Where is my car?!"

I just stared, and went over in my mind... I know it was here... I drove it here... as I retraced my steps through the afternoon after I got off of work.

Before the panic attack ensues, I look down the lot. There, 4 spaces down. Is my car.

The apartment manager reassigned parking 3 weeks ago. I parked in my old spot without even noticing what I was doing.

I've been a little tired lately. I think I might be doing too much or pushing myself too hard. Remembering things like where I park my car - especially when I am not at HOME - are kinda important.

Dee Dee Dee