Our holiday house

Wow. Thursday morning I stepped outside to a chilly morning and found our house looking as you see in the picture. We were tee pee'd. Or, my daughter was. We did hear noises last night, at least the dogs heard noises and told us some trouble was afoot. We ignored them, thought they were barking at a late night jogger. (They are good dogs, we should listen to them more, especially regarding topics such as undying devotion and nap-taking.)

As trashy as toiler paper looks hanging from the trees and bushes at your house, I have to say that my friends and I did quite a bit of this when we were in high school and it really is a heck of a lot of fun tossing those rolls up in the air and seeing them come down again, twirling through branches and landing with a soft little thud, roll, thud. Part of the thrill is being scared of being caught and last time we were threatened with being tee peed, our neighbors called the cops on my daughter's friends. They all got curfew warnings and a stern lecture from our neighborhood copper.

I'm glad who ever it was got away with it. Life should allow for a little mess and inconvenience in the name of teenage rebellion.