Can I handle the seasons of my life?

This is just a quickie post since I'm about to head over to Arisa's so we can hit the road to see our Slegers.

You know what irks me?  People who park in handicapped parking places who are not handicapped.  Maybe it's just me, but I feel having a handicapped tag in your window should not give you free reign of handicapped parking places.  I went to Target this afternoon (shocking, I know), and a woman just whipped right into the very closest handicapped parking space to the store.  She got right out of her car in her flip flops and pants that were too white and too tight (yes, I'm passing judgement on this woman), and walked right into the store.  No cane.  No limp.  No baby bump.  No reason to absolutely need to park that close.  I walked directly two steps behind her the entire way so that she would know that yes, I saw her park there, and yes, I know she did not deserve to.  I understand that sometimes people have tags for occasions when they drive someone else around, and I understand that the world is full of selfish individuals who will abuse these things.  I just had to get that off my chest.

I'm sad that I won't be able to see Adrian compete in crawfish-eating tomorrow.  If any of you are going, I beg you, keep an eagle eye on Crazy Legs Conti.  He cheats, and he cheats, and he cheats, and those Sheas just let him get away with it.  But cheer extra loud for Adrian.  Please.  :)