WHEN DISASTER STRIKES

After a lovely dinner with Rhonda and Nick Simmons last Monday night, I was in a great mood, until I was faced with a disastrous Tuesday.
It began with vandalism to our mailbox. We have had several instances in the past that are more “prank” than vandalism (allegedly) done by a young neighbor, but this definitely crossed the line. Both another neighbor, who was also targeted, and I called in the local sheriff. There is no way I can show the photos of the lovely “artwork” the little demon left on my mailbox and on two places on the county road. Enamel spray paint will take some time to wear off the road, and never will wear off our mailbox.

Then, to add insult to injury, later in the day while putting out more paint, the end of the tube split and created a little tiny hole that I didn’t notice until the cobalt blue casein had squirted onto the front of my shirt. Even though I sprayed it with everything in my laundry arsenal and washed it immediately, it still retains the blue dots.
Some days you just look forward to bedtime!