It’s Spring Break and these punks are looking for something to do because…
this fella came to town.
It started as a dinner and movie night with friends, but they got bored. That’s when I suggested this. You read that right. (I went out of my mind for a moment and) I suggested this.
Of course they were loading into my truck before I could say “Cadillac Ranch.”
I may mention here that these pictures may contain foul language spray painted on the cars, but it is not my fault. I may also mention here that my beloved just left the house while I’m typing this post and he took my Diet Dr. Pepper with him. A man should never mess with a woman’s Diet Dr. Pepper.
Moving on… things were alittle crazy…
and alittle fumy. I just realized fumy is a word.
I may also mention here that they ate my stash of Blow-Pops in my truck. It’s a good thing I kinda like all of them.
My punk… he climbed. See that red paint behind him? He brought that home on his pants. Wasn’t that thoughtful?
He’s a diligent little Picasso.
There were a few cans of spray paint out there. We brought our own, but if you ever stop at this tourist attraction off of I-40, it’s a pretty safe bet that you’ll probably find a few cans laying around. Just a few.
These punks… they make me smile.
They call themselves “The Crew.” I call them “The Big Bang Theory in Amarillo.” They don’t think I’m funny. Personally, I thought I was a tad on the brilliant side, but whatever.
Besides, Moms just want to have too.