Neighborhood Watch

While carving my pumpkin over the weekend at Kim's party, Ray mentioned over a pile of pumpkin innards that he received an annonymous letter in the mail. He just purchased his first home a few months ago and has been trying to settle in to his new neighborhood.



No cookies. No welcome mat. Just a good ole' fashion fuck you from what appears to be a twelve year old girl with a watercolor kit. The perpetrator even went so far as to send it through the US postal service, versus walking over and placing it in the mailbox -- like a good passive-agressive neighboor.

I think he should bleach a sad face in his lawn. Or go door to door with cupcakes. Gotta love the southland.

ps. My pumpkin won sexiest.