Saturday night we received a dusting of snow. Not so much that I woke to a ground blanketed in white, but enough that the cars had a light coating when I headed out to yoga Sunday morning.
I like snow, so it made me smile. And then, realizing some drunk graffiti artists had used the cars as their canvasses, I REALLY smiled. Between my house and the yoga studio, I counted over two dozen cars that had been tagged with a cartoon phallus of some kind. Like this:
So this tells you all you need to know about my neighborhood. Apparently I’m not the only person with a 12-year-old sense of humor.
Also? Those rumors that DC is full of dicks? Apparently it’s true.