We all went to look, and this is what we saw.
We'd been FORKED.
Forked. Spooned. Sporked. Knived. All over the front yard. We believe the perps are some of Alex's super-funny, punk friends. Just in case the hoodlums read my blog (and of course, why wouldn't they?), we want them to know we are going to pull a total CSI on their delinquent butts. We're collecting fingerprints from the forks, and hair samples from the yard (which may turn out to be mostly Buddy's) to turn over to the authorities. Actually, we're saving the utensils until they can be returned to their rightful owners at a time when they least expect it (probably next Saturday night). It's ON, punks!
As if getting forked wasn't enough excitement all by itself, last night was the Senior Prom. Alex's date was a gorgeous girl named Dylan (also a senior).