So Jami was driving me to graduation last weekend when we passed a house on the way out of the neighborhood, its yard festooned with flamingos. Figuring it was party of some party prank for someone who lived there, I told Jami we should talk to the owners later that day and see if we could borrow some flamingos to play a prank on Dave, who has an unnatural fear of pink plastic. Jami got a call from her sister about the same time, and it sounded like she was giving her directions to get to our place.
Graduation came and went, and so did the flamingos ... into my yard. It turns out the flamingos were placed (as part of a fundraiser) by a local cancer society's volunteers ... in the wrong yard. They were supposed to be in my yard when I woke up. So Heather and Erwin had to don their sunglasses, hum the Mission: Impossible theme, and race over to my neighborhood to move the flamingoes and still get to my graduation on time. It was a lot of fun, as you'll see in this slideshow.
