mslion

Goblintcat, since you're the first (ok, only) person to express curiosity, this one's for you

I had to run a few errands the other night (I don't know which one, because I'm slowly losing track of which day of the week this is) and everything was perfectly normal. When I left for work 3 hours later, I pulled out of my driveway, started heading up the street...and stopped dead in the middle of the street trying to figure out who put a bunch of...flags? pinwheels? what the hell ARE those things? in my yard. So I parked again, got out of my car to take a closer look, and ended up driving to work giggling the whole way. So the next morning when I got home, I took pictures:



See all those little white and pink things? Here's a closer look:



Yep, it's true. I got forked!! Here's a closeup:



I just don't understand why so many little pink marshmallow bunnies had to be sacrificed for the cause.

And really, it kind of sucks to be so well forked and have no idea who forked you