Last night Cara and I picked out a countertop for our bathroom.  On the surface it doesn't seem like a fun task but I try to make it fun.  For example, the lady who helped us is named Cecelia.  So at one point I got to say, Cecelia, you're breaking my heart.  Ha ha ha.  She must hear that a thousand times a day!  Cecelia had to open a garage for us.  When she opened it, a dead bird fell down and hit her on the shoulder.  Warning, you are about to see a photo of a dead bird:

Yuk.  But she was a pro and didn't let it interrupt her sale.  The bathroom is almost done.  About a half day left.  It's beautiful.  No pictures until it's finished.

On my way to the countertop place I saw a very stupid-looking car accessory:

It's another trunk!  This a-hole needs two trunks!  It was a crazy contraption.  It had brake lights and its own license plate!  The Jetta's backseat looked empty.  If you need this much space, get a minivan.  Or as they're called around here, loser cruisers.  Ha ha.

Have a great weekend!