At 7.15am this morning my balloon stalker appeared, all noisy, huffing and puffing over our house, whooshing and wheezing away and whipping the 372 neighbourhood dogs into a frenzy. That sounded real nice.
Then after I had dropped Ethan off at school and was heading to work, I rounded a corner and who was there, all up in the air and like “haaayyyy”. Balloon Stalker. I stopped and took this picture on the side of the road to see if I could gt his balloon license plate in case he kept this up {did you see what I did there? up!}.
Around the next bend, and he was all “haaayyyy girl, I’m going to land right here in this street”. So I stopped and took another photo because he was so much closer this time that I for sure thought the balloon stalker police would be able to ID his ride if I had to make a complaint.
People are so weird. Get a hobby.
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