Baby, Baby, Come Home
Sometimes your inner voice tells you not to do something, but you do it anyway. Then later you end up thinking to yourself "Damn, why didn't I listen to my inner voice?" This happened to me exactly this past Monday. Here's a funny story. This past weekend, Alex and I have been discussing when best it would be to bring my Baby back home. Yes, my little White Baby Jazz (if you are wondering, it's my car :)) has been in safekeeping for roughly a month now away from the flood, away from the water that could cause it to choke, suffocate and eventually die. It has only just reached it's second birthday. Too young to die. Monitoring water levels, canal drainage, potential flooding estimates, we decided that by this week, I should be able to take my Baby out for a spin. It should be safe enough as the chance of her drowning in water seems quite minimal. She's restless and needs to get out of her little rectangle high up on the 7th floor....