Kings of the Road

I’ve been slacking off a bit on the blog lately, but for a good reason: we’re moving! My free time has been spent sorting and tossing and packing and shopping for furniture and dreaming about my new house. We’re finally moving out of the one bedroom apartment, and into a three-level, four bedroom townhouse in Virginia. I CAN’T WAIT! We need more space for Grumpope/Grumpipa/Little Bethany/Anonymous Unnamed Baby.

It’s been fun living in downtown Bethesda for the last few years. There are so many restaurants within walking distance, and the metro is close by. My apartment isn’t bad, except for the outdated kitchen and bathroom. It’s actually pretty big, and I even have a walk-in closet here.

But there are some things that I’m really not going to miss. Number one is the stupid people that live in my building and park in the garage. Just look at this:

Here’s a closer view:

This person parked their monster 4×4 diesel extra-long quadruple-cab truck so that it stuck out half way into the driving lane of the garage. Sticking out RIDICULOUSLY far. One–who needs to drive a truck so big in the city? Two–if you can’t even park your giant truck properly you should not drive it.

I am clearly not the only person who thought this:

Classic.

I’m going to be so glad to have my own assigned parking space right in front of my house, even if I don’t have a garage.