One Capitol Hill resident with uber sticky fingers and a bleeding heart that cannot resist their compulsive addiction to love on mother earth. Please return BOTH recycling bins you've lifted from our sweet little rowhouse and no limbs shall be lost. We actually don't even need or want you. In return, we will gladly provide you the phone number for the city we called last time you pulled your shenanigans and you too can get a brand new shiny blue bin. Until then, consider yourself a wanted person. Beware, as we're inclined to unleash the creepy spirits of our old haunted house on you. Now is that the way you really wanted to start your 2007? We didn't think so. Thanks.
- The Purple Ladies
Ok, just had to vent. Seriously. Who steals recycling bins? Is that some new fetish? Something like a, oh I don't know, recyclophile? Gee. I never knew how hard it could be to be a good citizen. I'm learning, day by day.
Tonight, I've got a stress-free evening of old school girl bonding is on the horizon. Coming off of last night's girl's night in watching the Golden Globes (I think we though the biggest red carpet disaster honors went to Ms. Diaz), I should be good to go for a while... but round two can't hurt.