Chalk Talk

I'm the only one in my household who takes the garbage out.  My homies prefer watching the trash pile grow higher and higher.  I've seen them strategically place their crumpled papers on top of the already overflowing trash, then slam the door shut before any of it can topple out onto the floor--so sneaky. I've taken a picture so you can feel my pain:

Note to Self:

Start recycling and stop feeding your homies processed foods like donuts and Cheetos (all in one day). You'll have a lot less trash. 

One perk of taking the garbage out is I get to walk by and admire my homies' chalk art.  I haven't hosed it off the walls because I think it's cute.  It's reassuring to know that they're still creative and smart even though I allow them to watch too much TV.

  They're practicing-up for Sabbath tic-tac-toe.  They'll never beat him.

As I admired the chalk art this morning, I noticed a new addition. Blue graffiti?  

When my homies come home, I won't yell at them for spray painting our wall.

I'll tell them that I'm actually quite fond of graffiti art and I'm going to leave it there.  It's so LA of us, really.