Sister came home for the holidays.  They lasted way too long.  Dad told me today at dinner that she backed into my car, and that he purposely waited until she was gone before he told me.  I actually kinda wondered if something had happened because when I was getting in my car this afternoon I saw a scratch on the back bumper that I'd never noticed before.  I love my baby.  I don't care if she is 10 years old, I love her and she's mine and if anybody around here is going to be doing any scratching, it's going to be me.  Arg.  Wouldn't be so bad I guess, but that's the second time she's hit it...That's just sad.  Not to mention the fact that she lied about it.  She was leaving to go out Wednesday night, and my dad hurt a crash, and then about 5 minutes later she pulled out of the driveway.  Asked her if she hit it on Thursday morning and she told him no.  But there's a scratch on her bumper that lines up perfectly.  Parents told me I was a better driver than her, thanks, I know.  I would ask for her car...but it's a Chevy Cavalier.  Base model.  Piece of shit really.  Mine's a Honda, and it's holdin' up real well in my opionion. -Deep breath- Guard practice tomorrow, that should be fun.  Looking forward to it.  Whatever, goodnight.