april fool.

You know those windows that got smashed to bits yesterday? Apparently they liked John and I so much, they didn't want to leave. At least, that's the only reason I want to accept for why there were shards of glass in our bed last night. Maybe it was an early April Fool's joke.

Country-music-loving-guy-with-the-hammer: I know, after I'm done beating their house to death and scraping up their walls, I'll put little pieces of glass and wood in their bed...and under their pillows! Yay! Today won't be as boring as I thought!

John was determined to curse at someone when he paid the rent, but the only someone we know to curse to wasn't at the office yet when he went by before work... So. I had to do it. I didn't curse though. I just handed her an envelope of glass and pinky-finger-sized splinters. Then I said, "These people made a mess," and pointed into the envelope, "That one was underneath my pillow."