She Just Lost Her Head

Photo taken at Blackmail, a boutique in Austin, Texas.

I just lost it today! Tall Husband has often said that I need to get angry sometimes. Well, it’s too bad he didn't see me in action today.

An SUV pulled up in front of The Bunny Bungalow this afternoon. As I was expecting a landscape architect, I peeked out the window. What did I see? A motorist had just parked and began cleaning out his vehicle, throwing his trash out his window. I ran out on the front porch and called out to him, "Why are you throwing your garbage in my yard!?"

And without waiting for an answer, I sprang through the gate of the old picket fence, scooped up all his trash and threw it through the driver's window, right into his lap. He was so angry, that he peeled out, ran the stop sign, turned the corner on two wheels, then sped down a side street. I just smiled, because he didn't know about the huge speed bump in his path...his SUV made a lovely smashing sound when it hit that bump!

And Tall Husband thought that I couldn't get angry!

Other People's Trash

The Bunny Bungalow is located on a corner and seems to attract an unusual assortment of trash. This is a note I found in the grass when Tall Husband and I were picking up OPT (other people's trash) last weekend (click on the photo to read.) Some other trash we have found: a pile of raw potatoes...one of which had a human bite taken from it; half empty Thunderbird bottles; evidence of Golden Arches picnics; a huge pile of crawfish shells with empty beer bottles nearby...a cocktail party and we weren't invited?

When our neighbors go for their daily walks, they take bags with them and pick up trash along the way. So do we. It seems that it takes three-fourths of us to pick up after the other one-fourth. So, to you one-fourthers: if you are bent on leaving trash around the neighborhood, please make it as entertaining as the above note.

And Peaches, I hope your mother reads this!

Note Reads: "Come to Big Mary's Hotel ask for peaches paid $300 already 2525 Trade Rd."

From Bunnies to Booze

There must have been a party here last night! The Bunny Bungalow is on a corner, in a dry section of the Historic Houston Heights, however, it does get wet at times. Seeing an empty Thunderbird bottle makes me giddy. I could not resist the urge to re-purpose findings from our morning litter run around the old picket fence.