My husband and I have the absolute worse luck (i.e apartments fire, $1000 stolen on Honeymoon, etc...). Seriously if it's not one thing it's another. Every night at 8 I take the dogs and the baby for a walk. Last night we decided to walk by our car. As we walk past, it is on the other side of the street, I notice that the back passenger door looks strange. I gather the dogs and cross the street. The car looks strange because somebody bashed the shit out of it. The panel was hanging and the door was dented in. I took the hanging panel and put it in my front seat. What else could I do? As I open the door this little note falls out that says 'I saw what happened, call me at 718-xxx-xxxx, 10.55am.' So I go home and call and it is some kind of state mental retardation board. The dude who answers barely speaks English and tells me the girl I am looking for is on vacation until the 15th of the month. Seriously wtf do we do to deserve this? I mean just when things are starting to even out and we feel a little bit good about our life something turns to shit. Thank god I have the most adorable insane baby in the world. God knows what I would do without him.