Okay … so for the record, I had made a conscious decision this month to write something pertinent and meaningful, and to not write about anything “naked-” related, as in my last two letters.
Spoiler alert: I failed miserably, but this was just too funny not to share.
It’s the day after BeerFest, and I’m coming home from brunch completely exhausted, not because I worked the CYCA booth at BeerFest, but more from the late-night party that happened later down the street that night. My dogs, Cooper and Evelyn were nice enough to tell me every time a single person walked past the house between the hours of 1 and 4 a.m., and managed to keep me in a state of half-sleep all night.
As I approached my car, I was annoyed at what I thought were cat paw prints that marred my recently washed car hood. Upon closer examination, the pattern of smears on my hood told a different story; a story of drunken impatience, and unmentionable acts that can’t be described in a family-friendly, neighborhood publication.
After realizing that whoever had left these blemishes were not felines, I laughed to myself at the thought of a couple of kids being overcome by passion, or alcohol, or whatever, and saw my car hood as the best place to “get them some” in a most questionable fashion. Although I am relieved that I did not catch them in the act, part of me wishes that I could have startled them by yelling, “Get a room!” Someone totally owes me a wax job.
Some things that did distract me from my car trauma were the wonderfully elaborate Halloween decorations in CY for this year’s Great Pumpkin Contest this year. I sure hope that you take the time to visit the homes mentioned in the LampLighter this year … and try not to lose control in any way …