We took a little walk around the neighborhood this afternoon.
Looks nice and peaceful, huh?
Well that wasn't the case last night.
We were the victims of a hate crime.
Yep. That's right. An egging.
Apparently the kids are still doing that.
Specifically kids swerving like maniacs up and down the street in a convertible Jaguar at 10:00 at night.
Ya, we saw you.
I think we were targeted for being a little too awesome.
At least that's what I was telling myself as I was crying on the floor of the shower after the attack.
Just kidding. I was trying to be really dramatic right there.
It was only one egg.
But seriously, who does that?
4 comments:
Say Wha? Darn kids... happened to us too, just a couple months ago. Got our bedroom window and the condo below ours (two eggs total). Just about 10pm and 2 feet from our bed... scared the you know what out of us (I mean the cat). Mr. Big jumped about 4 feet in the air and took off in the other direction.
Seriously, who does that? That was sooooo uncool post 1997 (high school). Must be some egg karma coming back around.
Word. Its tough to be on the receiving end (that's what she said). Hope Mr. Big is doing well after the tramatic ordeal.
How is that little bun in the oven doing? Almost fully cooked?
It was me, I'm sorry...I got all hopped up sniffing permanent markers and went a little crazy...you think it's bad what I did with the eggs, you shoulda seen what happened to the chicken...
this is my new favorite post. you had me rolling. imagine what's going to happen to our houses when our boys hit their teens?! they'll have to have their parties at the moontower. we're never going on vacation.
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