Well, our Labor Day was going pretty well... for a while.

Went out for breakfast, which ALWAYS makes Dennis happy. See?

Made two friends -- one human, one poultry.

Made a wish in a fountain. (More Dora! Fewer naps!)

But then, we returned home to this. Mom and dad's car vandalized by Delano hooligans. I think I could easily nominate a few suspects. They hit lots of cars on my street, and some suffered much worse damage than an obliterated mirror.

Dennis was so sad/mad, he forgot all about breakfast. I hate hooligans.
4 comments:
That sucks some serious a-double-s.
Let's start an I Hate Hooligans Club.
I smell a conspiracy here. G'damn liberals!
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