Parking at a premium

One of the less joyful thing about living where I do is that parking is at a premium. Technically I should have two spots in front of my place, but I typically need just one (except when my folks lived with me for a while) and my neighbors encroach.

And when they don’t, sometimes the kids do:

Way too cute to get too mad. Ha!

(I did get a parking space on the other side, btw.)

And on that note…

Happy birthday, USA! 🇺🇸

And happy birthday George!