Today J and I arrived home from work to discover some highly offensive vandalism on the sidewalk in front of our house. Just take a look.
Yes, that does say "Parking for Poison fans only." And let it henceforth be known as the spark that started the Great Sidewalk Chalk War of 2006. As soon as we're through with the hours of therapy required to recover from this incident, we will strike back. Not today. Not tomorrow. But one day, when a new musical group with hair and spandex and melodramatic guitar solos the likes we've never seen has made the nation collectively cringe, the time will be right. And on that fateful day, we will unleash the chalk. And revenge will be ours.*
Graffiti courtesy of J's high school bud (Mr. 80s) who lives down the street. He knows J hates this music. It all began innocently enough with the covert delivery of CDs in our mailbox: Europe's Greatest Hits, Enuff Z Nuff, and The Best of Britny Fox ... and has since escalated into midnight drunken serenades on our voicemail and now, a full-blown chalking. A nearly middle-aged man did this in broad daylight. So much for neighborhood watch.