Tonight at midnight I showed up at a friend’s house because I was invited over to be part of the birthday party. The surprise party was for Sarah Livine.

Today I don’t want to tell about what happened at my friend’s house and what happened that evening. The party was fun for the fact that my friends were there and it was good to see them. The short story that I want to tell is about a little problem I had when I was going home.

When I left the party I went out to my car. It was snowing and most of the cars were covered in snow. I walked up to my car and brushed all the snow off my car and I tried to get into my car.

I have been having problems with the lock on my door when it freezes at night. So I was thinking that my door was just acting up a little again. After a second I got the door open and I started to climb into the car. The problem I ran into when I started to get into my car was that my seats were a different color than I was used to.

After a few seconds I realized that the car I had opened up was not my car. That car did not even look like my Chevy Cavalier. The car I got into was almost the same color as mine. It had a pin stripe on it like my car. The big difference was that it was a Pontiac.

After I figured out what was going on, I looked back and I saw my car right behind it parked on the street. And of course my car had no snow on it because I had already brushed the snow off of it when I drove over to my friend’s house an hour earlier. So I should not have missed seeing my car.

So if I am in the need of a car, I know where to pick one up that I have the keys for already.