Isn't that lovely? Right on the corner of our building. I was pretty steamed about it. I mean it's our house, not some bridge or pole or tunnel. I took the time to paint over it yesterday and wrecked a shirt doing so. I always think I can use paint without getting it on my clothes, but that is never the case. I need to stop thinking that.
This isn't the first time that we've been graffiti tagged. Though it is the first in Montreal. When we lived in Long Beach (California) we were tagged several times. The tree trunk, the tailgate of my truck, and the "for sale" sign within 12 hours of erecting it. Sigh. Another example of teenagers uglifying the world.
In other news, there's no news. It's a boring chore filled weekend and the weather is grey and cold. Here's something. Serge in his new glasses reminds me of my ex. This alarms me. They say you always pick the same person, and in a lot of ways it's turned out to be true. I had thought I disproved that adage. Guess not.