Poo?

Well, it's been a while since I posted last.  Not because there aren't blog-worthy events happening, but, maybe the line between normalcy and my life is very fine and its hard to distinguish sometimes if other people would find the comedy in things that I do.  For example, I laugh hysterically any time I read www.cakewrecks.com, however, Josh tells me that his work colleagues don't find it as funny.  I don't get it!  How is anything funnier than cake with misspellings??  Or my neighbor that is OCD about mowing her lawn.  Seriously, this woman mows her lawn three times a day, I kid you not!  She doesn't even give the grass time to grow.  Photo of said neighbor coming soon...

So, anyway let me share with you something I've been pondering.   Each day, Nathan and I go for a walk.  He sits in the "boat stroller".  Don't ask me why he calls it a boat stroller, it looks nothing like boat, nor do we attempt to cross any bodies of water, it's a stroller.  

Well, every day, we walk past this mail box.   Now, the first time we walked by, I though to myself "why would anyone paint the word POO on their mail box?"  I mean, the dripping paint really accentuates the look and all, but why POO?  We walked past and and I figured there must be another explanation.  The next time we walked by, I thought, "Maybe a group of thugs painted it in some weird attempt to be gangsters and it's some kids "tag"?  Ok, maybe not. 

So finally, because I've already dedicated too much space in my blog to the "poo mail box".  We walked by today and I said to myself (because Nathan would have just thought I was crazy), "OH, it says 800, not POO, duh, your are an idiot, Sheryl!"  And then I looked at the house and the house # was 4271....Ok, not 800.  So why don't these people just buy silver spray paint and paint the whole damn mail box?   Any opinions?