Revenge

We moved into a neighborhood with a bunch of pranksters. If you remember, our neighbors welcomed us to the neighborhood by dragging a port-a-potty into our driveway. But they're messing with the wrong house wife!

Over the weekend I got my revenge. Non-destructive, temporary, revenge. And it feels good.
I do admit to bringing in some non-Wisteria Lane residents to help out. I couldn't stick on all those post-it notes (10 stacks, actually) without some help.
Luckily I've got some really fun friends.