17 Again?

Saturday Morning I wake up and head to the kitchen. Michael is sitting at the kitchen table and tells me his work truck was damaged last night. And in a very nonchalant voice says "yea, I think I'm going to call the cops" The general calm tone of his voice really confused me, and really? you waited for me to get up to file a police report? strange. To which I reply "ok." with the underlying tone "what do you need me for?" - {incase you just met me I am NOT a morning person and furthermore I was up late sewing Rylee's dress}


He then tells me to go look at it. I open the blinds to see this: drinking straws (not the animal feed straw ;) were stuck in every visible seam. Michael then asks if it was me. "You were still up when I went to bed" Yea, maybe 10 years ago that would have been me, but no. not today.


A few minutes later we go out to get a better look to find all sorts of writing on the windows "you got punked" "6:00" a picture of a dinosaur (huh?) and along the back window "we love you, love young women"


Now, an important thing to note here is we no longer live in Utah county, or Utah in general. Some terminology just isn't common 'round these parts. So the words "we love you, love young women" just make this 30 something year old driving it around look like a pedophile. After a few crazy looks he made it as illegible as possible using whatever was in the back seat.

Oh, and I can't forget my framed "Hottie" I must concur with that one. :)

Needless to say we had a good laugh.
As we were telling the story at our ward's Easter party I kept saying "Brother Allsop is going to the prom!" hehe I guess if I want him to be my date I'll have to ask early next year.