Last night while watching reruns of Doctor Who with my Evil Child, a woman decided to make my living room a drive-thru. Thankfully the only known causality is our HDTV and possibly the PS3, (and the wall, the window, various family photos and my nerves) I have hopes that the PS3 will be resuscitated when Chippewa Man comes home from work at 6 a.m. Bizarrely the woman was able to drive away without major damage to her SUV. If this seems like a flippant account of events. It is.
The resulting photos and tags I will blame on Trenton Ray of G+. It's all his fault, really it is...
There is glass in my Chuck's... Sacrilege!
I am making a fashion statement...and it's cold!
and I was almost done with the new paint..
Oh, look pretty curtains.
Bay Window anyone
Sigh...all that work
The avenue of destruction
I once had this really cool wrap-around porch.
Various conversations heard around my porch today...
Landlord: How the hell did she????
Me: I am guessing rocket fuel.
Me: All Hale the Holely House.
Landlord: You've been watching to much Monty Python.
Me: There is no such thang!
Me: So where we going to put the cashier now we have a drive-thru
Landlord: I say right there on the left.
Now after all is said and done, my landlord and his cohorts come out and put a huge green house band-aid over the destruction.
It really needs the Great Pumpkin painted on it!
There is an orange paint conspiracy!
I will not be defeated!
I don't care how many stores I must
stalk shop to find it,
but there will be pumpkins and other Halloweenie things on that house band-aid.
Oh and the best news at all... The PS3 can take a licking and keep on ticking!