Yesterday instead of watching a TiVod Oprah marathon, I spent most of the day working and packaging stuff to be mailed. Very, very exciting, I know. I didn't even bother to get dressed in real clothes, just a paint covered t-shirt and shorts. I was happily bra-less, make-up-less, hair volumizer-less, and had no intention of seeing anyone or of being seen. I was standing here in my room, which faces the side yard, when I saw a quick flash of orange speed by! OH NO! The dogs are back! This time they are wearing outfits! I grabbed my camera and ran to the window facing the backyard:
Not the dogs. A kid. Somebody's KID is in my yard. I hoped he was not about to go to the bathroom all over my yard like the dogs did. I looked around and didn't see anyone chasing the kid or anything and he just seemed to be checking out my yard for I don't know what. Just as I was about to put on my bra and some mascara*, he ran out of the yard, slammed the fence door behind him, hopped on his bike and sped off.
I wonder what will be appearing in my back yard next time. A rhinoceros? A clown? A waitress holding a cherry pie?
*Rest assured that had the kid appeared to be in any danger, I wouldn't have wasted time with the mascara.
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