Spill down the lane
Every morning when we wake up, Pedro and I seem to gravitate towards the front window. Whether we're trying to assess the weather or people watch, we seem to thoroughly enjoy our new view after years of boring backyard scenes of our old apartment buildings. This morning I saw a new addition to our little cul-de-sac. There was a little puddle of white paint on the street on the side of the building, and it looks like someone drove through it and trailed it down the road. We were giggling for awhile, mostly because we know exactly who did it. Pedro dubbed them the "Streaks of Shame", leading right to the culprit. Even better was later on, when I caught a glimpse out the window and just busted out laughing. He went to see what I was laughing at and joined in.
P: You've got to be kidding me.
S: They have to know they're doing it! They fade out away from the spill, so they left, came back, drove over the paint again and left more streaks!
P: Maybe by tomorrow we'll have 3 lanes.
S: If so, I'm buying sidewalk chalk to have fun too.
