Intruder Alert

 I am being watched.

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: 

BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK

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 believe it to be some sort of spy.  Here we can clearly see it inspecting the site of our next home improvement project.

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!