So we left the house yesterday to go to church and all down the driver's side of my car is covered with yellow streaks and egg shell. My car had been the victim of an egging. At first I was mad, probably more frustrated than anything but I actually thought to myself that I need to pray for them - pray that they might be able to find something else to do with their free time, pray that if I were to somehow catch or find out who did it that I don't kill them - I probably would just hit them with a few eggs.
They actually did me a favor and caused me to wash (actually, pay someone to wash my car, I am lazy and didn't have an entire afternoon to wash it) my car which probably hadn't been washed in a year. It actually looks like a new car again. The funny part was I could see that they were done with it and the guy came in and said "Silver Yukon". I thought to myself silver, I thought it was more gold in color. I walked out and looked at it and he was right. I guess that's a sign your car is dirty, when the color actually changes.
My other thought was it is 2010 and kids still find egging fun? Are you kidding me? People were egging and toilet papering houses when I was growing up - I just heard about it and knew kids that were doing it - and we all know that was a long time ago. Where is the sport in egging, unless you throw worse than Aubrey, I am pretty sure you could hit my car or any car. Why not try throwing bottles out of a moving car at signs from the driver and passenger windows (and yes, that means the driver has to throw the bottle over the car to hit the sign ) Now that takes skill, it does cause some littering issues which I am not advocating but at least you can make a sport of it - I went 3-7 hitting the signs as compared to I went 10-10 egging that car.
As I type this maybe it wasn't a bunch of young punks. It could have been Aubrey. She isn't happy about LA and I constantly putting her in time out and she was in a foul mood on Saturday. I wonder if we are missing any eggs? It would have taken some creativity to get to the eggs in the refrigerator but I am not putting it past her. She can open the front door, if it is unlocked. She can throw with some power (see Friday's post or look at my nose if you see me). She can walk down the stairs. I am pretty sure this is adding up to her being guilty. Just to be on the safe side, I am going to ask her about it. She better have a good story (she might want to learn to talk a little better between now and 5:30pm) or I am going to ground her. She isn't going to get away with this one so easy. I am taking her night, night dogs away and all her books. That should teach her a lesson she won't soon forget - guilty until proven innocent at 301 S Laurel St.
They actually did me a favor and caused me to wash (actually, pay someone to wash my car, I am lazy and didn't have an entire afternoon to wash it) my car which probably hadn't been washed in a year. It actually looks like a new car again. The funny part was I could see that they were done with it and the guy came in and said "Silver Yukon". I thought to myself silver, I thought it was more gold in color. I walked out and looked at it and he was right. I guess that's a sign your car is dirty, when the color actually changes.
My other thought was it is 2010 and kids still find egging fun? Are you kidding me? People were egging and toilet papering houses when I was growing up - I just heard about it and knew kids that were doing it - and we all know that was a long time ago. Where is the sport in egging, unless you throw worse than Aubrey, I am pretty sure you could hit my car or any car. Why not try throwing bottles out of a moving car at signs from the driver and passenger windows (and yes, that means the driver has to throw the bottle over the car to hit the sign ) Now that takes skill, it does cause some littering issues which I am not advocating but at least you can make a sport of it - I went 3-7 hitting the signs as compared to I went 10-10 egging that car.
As I type this maybe it wasn't a bunch of young punks. It could have been Aubrey. She isn't happy about LA and I constantly putting her in time out and she was in a foul mood on Saturday. I wonder if we are missing any eggs? It would have taken some creativity to get to the eggs in the refrigerator but I am not putting it past her. She can open the front door, if it is unlocked. She can throw with some power (see Friday's post or look at my nose if you see me). She can walk down the stairs. I am pretty sure this is adding up to her being guilty. Just to be on the safe side, I am going to ask her about it. She better have a good story (she might want to learn to talk a little better between now and 5:30pm) or I am going to ground her. She isn't going to get away with this one so easy. I am taking her night, night dogs away and all her books. That should teach her a lesson she won't soon forget - guilty until proven innocent at 301 S Laurel St.
PS - If I find out it wasn't Aubrey, I will apologize to her.
PSS - I hope the next time the punks go egging that an egg busts on them inside the car and all over them.
PSS - I hope the next time the punks go egging that an egg busts on them inside the car and all over them.
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