Like an awful lot of people who live in Chicago, we live in a condo. It's a three story, three family building made from red brick. Three-flats are probably the single most common type of building in these parts. It's a pretty average neighborhood, not the fanciest 'hood by any stretch, but it's established and I generally feel pretty darn safe there.
So when I woke up this morning to find this:
in the entryway, I was not a happy camper.
I was taking the dog for her morning walk and the poor thing must have thought I was having a seizure. I was swearing and sputtering and generally behaving in a highly unladylike fashion. If half of what I said about the villains is true, you can safely assume that their parents weren't married to one another and/or that they have engaged in inappropriate relations with their mothers.
I am finally breathing normally again. We'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.