I purchased a car this weekend. My first real purchase. Signifies I've entered adulthood.

As a rite of passage, an initiation of sorts, Sunday morning I found 5 nice little bird poop marks on the front windshield, passenger side doors, roof, and trunk.

I've been marked. If I was in Italy, I'd be blessed. Too bad I'm not in Italy. And too bad I hate pigeons with a passion.