Ah! Sweet irony of life how you astound me!
Remember how the overly-territorial Val was compared to Columbo after the last several posts? Because she refuses to let intruders loll about her private road all willy-nilly, dumping limbs and headless bodies and traveling meth labs and old refrigerators? And how she decided she might take up a second career as a private investigator upon retirement? Spurring Valumbo's witty commenters to declare that Val would, indeed, make a good private dick?
No good joke goes unpunished, it seems. Karma and Even Steven must have stayed up mighty late planning this special comeuppance for Valumbo. Seriously. You wouldn't believe me if I didn't show you proof. It's just TOO coincidental. EmBee and all of Mailbox Row are blushing.
FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS:
Yeah. That's right. It's a big ol' peen painted on the county road! Right in front of the turn-off to our gravel road. Yep. The universe conspires to tell Val she really IS a d*ck!
It can't be the silver car intruders. They were seen on Tuesday evening, and The Pony saw the peen on Monday evening. He didn't bother to tell me until we were already way up on gravel. It was dusk when we stopped for the mail, and I didn't notice it at all.
"Mom. Did you see what was on the road back there?"
"No. Something dead? A skunk? A possum?"
"Uh. No. It wasn't an animal. It was a...you know..."
"A PEEN? Someone drew a peen on the road?"
"Uh huh. A big one."
"Well, I didn't see it."
"How could you MISS it?"
"I don't know. It's almost dark. And I really have to go to the bathroom. I'm not thinking about peens on the road."
So on Tuesday, I was too enthralled with the new intruders and making notes for my future dick files to notice the peen when The Pony got the mail. Wednesday I came home alone because The Pony had to stay after for an inventor club thing, and I was thinking about that uncaught murderer upstate, who I later learned was caught. And this morning, The Pony asked me after I was on the county road, up over the hill from Mailbox Row.
"Didn't you see it, Mom?"
"No! I keep forgetting. Why didn't you remind me when we were stopped there while I put on my seatbelt? Oh. I forgot to put on my seatbelt! There!"
"I though you would see it! It was RIGHT THERE when you turned to look for traffic."
"Well...I was looking for TRAFFIC. Not a peen."
This afternoon, I came home alone again, because The Pony had a scholar match at another school. And I consciously looked for that peen. Boy howdy! That is one big peen! It's not a very good photo, I'm afraid.
Do you know how hard it is to take a good picture of a road peen?
I took three shots, and this, sadly, is the best one. I was afraid somebody was playing private dick in the underbrush, and might jump out and take a picture of me taking a picture of a peen! Maybe the pavement peen art was rendered by the Dismemberers, because they did not like me interrupting their cedar trimmings dump they had planned. Or maybe it's not even for Valumbo, just a random road peen.
However, it seems to egocentric Val that somebody is trying to tell her she really is a d*ck.