19-May-2006

Oscar Nom fixed my bumper.  Yes, yes, laugh it up you kinky pervs.  But seriously... last night, we were walking out of the Casa Del Mar after several glasses of champagne (he told me I should have valeted, I said I didn't have any cash, he said he would have paid - oh, to be a kept woman... sigh), and I pointed out the problem.  He proceeded to pound it (haha - these jokes write themselves, don't they?) back into place.  And now I don't have to worry about a piece of my bumper flying off and gouging a pedestrian in the eye.  Reason Number 867 to be a faux homewrecker.