But this morning sure was. These kind folks let me stay in their garage (and fed me pancakes for dinner!) to avoid the storm that swept through early this morning. By the time we finished breakfast the rain had stopped, so I set off down the road once again.
From left to right: Manon, Buzz, Will, Margie
Can one mutilate something without damaging it?
Of course, the bigger question is: What events precipitated the construction of a sign explicitly prohibiting mutilation?
I think it's fair to hold people accountable for their own bathroom accidents.
It blew my sign off! Tomorrow's supposed to be even windier, so I'll wait until Saturday to install a new one (I brought extras!).
