Those Rascally Teenagers
William and some buddies came rushing in and out the other day and I stopped them to ask "What's with the sign?"
"It's for the basketball game" says William.
"Boo West Valley"
"What about the other side?" I ask.
William: "That's for when Mr. Ready walks by." (Mr. Ready is the principal)
Is it wrong that I find this hysterically funny?
More teenage shenanigans. I came home from my book club last night, walked up the steps into the front yard and discovered this -
Many, many balloons. Balloons all the way up to the door. Balloons to the left.
Balloons to the right.
And when I walked through them, two or three of them bumped up against a prickly bit of dried stick or stalk and.....
Each balloon was filled with lot of these papers.
My son's girlfriend, clever way to ask him to the Reverse Dance. Well done Vicki!
Interestingly, the balloons were just one of a number of colorful "splashes of trash" I wandered into on Wednesday. On my walks I also found a a spill of colored beads and an entire block covered with scattered feathers from a flock of rainbow colored chickens. I figure it's all left over silliness from Tuesday's Mardi Gras celebration. Right? Makes sense to me!