The Disarming Adventures of Vicki

I have a habit of hitting the wrong button on Vicki the Convertible's key fob. It's because she's a 1997 and the pictures have been rubbed off the fob. I know, I know, righty tighty, lefty loosey, but sometimes my brain hurts after a day of work and I want there to be simple pictures, dammit. I've also been known to set off the car alarm, but never more than seven times in one day.

Last Thursday, I set it off in the parking lot of the little angel's new gymnastics studio. I have McKenna the n...