Double Takes

Who knew you could get whiplash just walking down the street??

Thanksgiving night I was out walking Petey with Kim (aka Trix) and out of the corner of my eye I see a hot pink flash. So, I stop, back up. Yep, there it is, at least I think it is; I did have some wine with dinner, but no, we confirmed it. One of my neighbors dyed their poodle hot pink....with black accents. I wish one of our phones had been able to take pictures in the dark.

Then this morning on my way to catch the train for my second, fun-filled day downtown for jury duty (which is a whole different story) as a large dump truck begins to back up I hear the Tarzan yell. Seriously, Tarzan's yell. Over and over again as the truck backs up. I guess that high pitch beep isn't annoying enough for some people.

Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.