This made its way up the driveway this morning:
Your eyes do not deceive you. It is a Purple Porta-Potty. It approached with great stealth, but as it rounded the last corner of the driveway, my ever vigilant guard dog caught sight if it and issued Standard Signal Four:
Translation: Intruder on the Premises, Possibly Dangerous.
Stymied by my top notch security system, the PPP stopped a good distance from the house and has concealed itself in the brush, where it evidently intends to await further instructions. The camouflage must be working: my daughter, who walked right past it on her way up the driveway, didn't even comment on its sudden appearance.
I wonder what it wants.
On a sadder note, here is photographic evidence that my newest socks have suffered from Fading. I took them out of the wash this morning and realized that they were no longer black with streaks of shocking green. Instead, they are grey and lime. Good thing I have a second skein. It looks like the next pair will have to be washed specially if I want to keep the colors. Bah!