The only reasonable thing to do after a day like this is drink a beer and watch Archer (and if I weren’t home alone with the daughter it would be beers and not beer but I only had one in the house).

Related to cars, today my two year old pronounced that she is not particularly fond of the 944. My wife was working tonight so I offered to take my daughter to dinner at a place she likes, and her response was that she “didn’t want to take the grey car.”