Everything is so bright and pretty.
We even have the garden growing.
The fruit trees are filled with luscious fruit!
And so is the driveway?
Each and every year since we moved to Arizona ten years ago, our home has been "grape-fruited" - this is apparently the southwestern version of "egged." At first I thought nothing about it. Kids being kids. Only, it's every year. During the spring. On Friday evenings. And the acid from the grapefruits eats the paint off the garage and house. And now that we've started paying attention - it's only our house out of the dozens in our neighborhood.
Who are you?
What is the purpose?