cherydactyl

I get the feeling somebody thinks we are perfect victims or something.

A year and a half ago, our house was the target of a drive-by shooting with a BB gun. The only casualty was the picture window in our living room. It was scary at the time, because we were home when it happened. The BB only penetrated the first of the two panes of glass, but it did kind of mess up the insulating properties of the double-paned window. It was rather expensive to replace that window, but we have a much spiffier front window now.

At some later point that I have not been able to identify, it appears that the bay window over our kitchen sink got a similar treatment. (We have not yet replaced or fixed that window.)

Now, some hi-lariously funny asshat has destroyed our extra-large rural-route curbside mailbox. It appears the vandal swung for the fences right through the hinged door from the side, and it looks rather less like a box and more like a shallow cave. I assume the tough Rubbermaid plastic only shattered because of how cold it is around here this week. It’s been below freezing for several days. Today’s high is due to be 32 degrees Fahrenheit. Oh, joy, the weather underground says that tomorrow the high will be 31 and we have a 90% chance of precipitation, in the form of ice pellets. (Eat your heart out,