tackey alert

The trek home yesterday was incredibly easy… This, our up-teenth road trip – I see a pattern emerging.

Two things happen that I normally wouldn’t do.. 1) I eat a bag of Combos. and 2) We stop into an adult bookstore to browse.

The combos taste like snacks-from-ze-lab, but provide nourishment and the bookstore is a kitschy excuse to stretch our legs.

Despite having a wonderful time – it’s always nice to turn that last bend in 64 and see the arch.

We returned home to discover our yard was LITTERED with plastic pink flamingos. A note attached read: “TACKY ALERT! You’ve worked hard on your lovely yard. How dare someone come and mess it up with something as tacky as a “Flock of Pink Flamingos”

Apparently this is a fundraiser for our school district’s band. You pay $15 and you can tackify someone’s yard.. The birds stay there for 24 hours and they come in the middle of the night and take them away. What a brilliant idea!

Of course, devcubber was the culprit.

Caution lady – paybacks are a bitch. Can anyone say Nome-ify? eh!?

Can anyone please say – I’m not blogging?!