It has been a quiet laid back week so far. Andy is back to work, Tabby is recovering and Isabella is just a sweetie.
I love how she sticks her feet out of the blanket.
And then this morning this happens:
Why is there a squad car parked behind me and they are talking on their little talkie things? What did I do? Have I been reported missing and they think they have found me? Knock on the door. (of course I am still in my pajamas)
Officer: Ma’am is that your vehicle out front?
Me: Yes it is. I thought I could park there.
Officer: Well you can but your vehicle has been violated with graffiti. It has been sprayed with paint.
Me: What color? (as if that matters) I’m thinking I hope they at least used pink which is my favorite color.
Officer: It is blue. First I have to ask if you gave anyone permission to do that.
Me: No, I did want some stripes on it but not in blue.
At least they tried to be a little artistic but its not what I wanted.
Their main target was the squad car parked two houses down. An officer lives there and he always parks out in front of his house. Mine just happened to be conveniently parked next in line. At least they didn’t write on mine the nasty “B” word that they wrote on his squad. For that I am thankful.
Bob says he’s got some stuff that will clean this off. In the meantime I will just have to drive around with this.