Day 3

There seems to be some kind of crime wave hitting Denver right now. Fortunately for us, it is being masterminded by teenagers who didn't have the good fortune of growing up in Mill Valley. They lack the creativity that we had. Boredom without the angst lacks a certain punch. Anyways, last night, we were the "victims" of a rogue firework and a couple of paint ball hits. The firework was impressive. It was clearly purchased from a place that is lazy with legalities. It lit up the block. Simultaneously, the paint ball hit our precious rental van twice: yellow paint on white van. Two shots look like two eggs over easy. They washed away with our afternoon rain. hmph. Shane and T got some graffiti on their garage. west side representing and all that crap.
To make up for such a lame attempt at imposition, we were on tornado "watch", then on tornado "warning". "watch" means that conditions are ripe. "warning" means one has been spotted. Neil went to look at our basement today, just in case. Upon returning, he declared he isn't going back down there without a flashlight and a gun. Looks like I'll be in the bathtub come the doosey. I am wondering how we would fit all the pets in the bathtub, since the cargo van was so challenging...?
The yard is a gift from God. We finally have enough room to play fetch with the dogs. Fetch, people! You might think, "meh", and I wouldn't blame you. Think back to all of the times we had to head home because of the dogs...not so much now! It is so easy to exercise them. In turn, they are so tired that they really don't care when we leave the house for extended periods of time. Is it terrible that I hope they never get used to the altitude? As they say: A tired dog is a good dog. Thank god they don't say anything about lazy-ass dog owners.
some fun in the yard:

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