If you're driving around with your car packed to the gills à la Beverly Hillbillies, then be aware of where exactly you're driving… because if you're like me and are more more focused on trying to keep the pile of crap in the passenger's seat from falling into your lap while driving, then you should probably be more concerned with the fact that the car is now much lower in the back than it was before.

In short: I wasn't paying attention to the fact that we have a lip on the entrance to the upper parking deck at work, and literally bounced over it while pulling in on Thursday with my life's possessions in the back of my car. As a result, I cracked the muffler or some exhaust pipe, and now my poor little car sounds like it has led a life of 3 packs a day and now has emphysema. Sweeeet.

And so, since the exhaust system is not 100% intact, my car's ability to go at speeds in excess of 55 mph have diminished greatly. So if you see a green Subaru Impreza putting along I-66 going 55 or less (especially if there's a tiny uphill - then I'll be struggling along at 45), that's me. And don't laugh.