One of the problems of parking on the street is that occasionally, your mirror gets hit. Since mine was already compromised by my eldest, who, of course, had no idea why she came back from the mall with the mirror jiggled out of position, this hit was enough to make it so I can't possibly adjust it to see with it. I threw a couple of rubberbands around it hoping it will keep the mirror from falling and breaking before Andy has a chance to try to get it fixed this weekend. I certainly don't need seven years of bad luck.
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