I stepped out to admire my bloomin' roses and inspiring irises this morning....
only to discover one of the red bud trees next to the driveway badly damaged.
"What happened here?" I asked the hubs, who was dutifully cleaning the gutters. "A drunk kid crashed into it last night, left the car in the tree and made off with his friends before the police could arrive." "How do you know all that?" I asked, wondering how I escaped the late-night excitement. "Cop came to the door at 12:30, made me put on my clothes and go take a look. His card with the case number's on the bar."
Score one in the LOSS column for living too close to campus. But, sleeping in my own room, upstairs with the fan going? That's a WIN, baby!