First a little rant: I came home today and a neighbor had put a mailbox on my awaiting post. Thanks, but I reeeeeally don’t need your pity mailbox. Or your pity lawn mowing. Or your pity pumpkin and pity chrysanthe—OMG I’m the charity case of the neighborhood.
Sigh. Well, it’s nice to have nice neighbors, but dudes, I was just trying to perfect the space invaders, convert my lawn to prairie, and protest the original invasion of Europeans and the commercialization of holidays in this country. Oh, and I’m hella lazy.
Well, fine. I replaced the charity-mailbox with the one I’d been working on: a very un-perfectly painted space invaders mailbox. I hope the unfinished design and uneven paint makes you crazy over in perfect-neighbor land.
p.s. firmly tongue-in-cheek. i like kindness. i like good neighbors. i like nice people. i was very nice and thanked them and all that.
p.p.s. i still like my geeky house numbers and guess what? space invaders topiary is on the brain. muhahahh!