What Kind of Community is This?
Jul 12
Do you remember a few months ago when I was blessed to receive not one but two magnets for my car by Magnets on the Cheap {dot} Com? These people are so ridiculously amazing. They designed the perfect magnets for me. Hot Joe put those suckers on the Taurus quick-fast and I tooled around Newbury Park like nobody could touch me. I mean, I had a 1 x 2 foot magnet with horizontal stripes in various shades of bright green surrounding Allie’s pretty face, my web address and “The G is Silent.” And did I mention Allie’s nails are pink? There’s one for the passenger side and one for the driver’s side so when I take Noah to school people see not only my cool magnets but the actual dog that is in the photo.
Awesome. Sauce.
Well here’s the thing. Here’s where everything has gone horribly wrong. Buckle up.
As you also probably know (because you are all regular readers who have never missed a post), we have limited parking where we live. Hot Joe parks his work truck and his Jeep on the street, and the Maverick and the precious magnet weilding Taurus get the garage, not because of the magnets (although I think that’s a perfectly legitimate reason), but because for 9 months out of the year I’m getting into the car in my jammies and driving Noah to school and sometimes it’s raining when I do that and either way it’s just better if I don’t have to walk out to the street.
On the weekends or if we go out during the week I will park on the street so Hot Joe doesn’t have to struggle to find a place to park at 8:00 at night and he can just pull into the garage. Such was the case on the 4th of July when we went to celebrate with friends. Then came Friday where Hot Joe spent the day on the couch knocked out from muscle relaxants after throwing his back out. Then it was the weekend. More recuperating.
On Monday I took Noah to my aunt’s house for a sleepover with his cousins. The Taurus was parked across the street with beautiful Allie looking at us, inviting us to get in the car and inviting others to visit kimpugliano.com (if they can even remember the website). We got in, we went to Aunt Sharon’s, and we pulled in front of her house. As we stood inside, Noah glanced out towards the car and realized loudly, “Your car magnet is gone!!!”
Somebody flipping stole my passenger side car magnet!
Who does that? It’s my name on that magnet and my precious pooch (although really, I can understand that part)! It’s bright multi-colored green stripes and “The G is Silent!” Do you suppose they put it on their own car? Will I be driving to the library tomorrow and see Allie drive past? Will it be attached to the side of a minivan with 6 stick figures on the back window?
I called Hot Joe on the way home to tell him of the fate of the passenger magnet and we had a moment of silence together, wondering who would do this to us and why. When I arrived home I saw the Jeep parked on the street and the garage was open and empty.
Nobody’s getting my driver’s side magnet.
Nobody.
That is all kinds of wrong!! (Unless they have plans to stalk you, and they are showing you support by using the magnet on their car when they are stalking you. Not that I did that, I mean …)
Seriously, why? I hope they return the magnet, Kim. At least they gave you a reason to write. (smile)
I don’t think they’ll be returning it. I think we ost it forever.
I never thought of the stalker aspect…
Oh soooooo sorry. I loved knowing you were famous.
I wonder if you’ll lose your fame too.
I actually think that’s flattering – like having your panties stolen, only less creepy because really, what are they going to do with a car magnet…no strike that, it’s creepy. May the magnet find its way back to you.
See? What are they doing with it?
What the heck is wrong with people? I do not understand! I’m sorry, sister-wife. Want me to come help you hunt them down??
That would be fantastic. Bring the children. We have a pool and Noah’s good at saving drowners.