Capitol Hill in Denver, CO is Full of Mysterious Mysteries

Why do people put rags on string and decorate their front porches? They are literally everywhere here. Last time I checked...and believe me it was recent because I didn't know what the Colorado State flag looked like... there is no nation with a paisley covered flag or a state in the continental United States with a black and yellow striped flag. What are you representing? Are you in a gang? Are you a seriously misguided exterior decorator? Do you air dry your hankies? It's hard to say...

Question of the day: How are houses numbered along the street? If you ask me, and you are because you're reading this (mwah-haha), they should just be numbered 1, 2, 3,.... Whatever St. If it's an exceptionally large city block that is hardly an issue. We have numbers ranging from 1-10, 1-100, or even 1-1,000. Fancy! On the other hand if the block is small think about how fun it would be to have your home identified by the color of your front door! *PAUSE FOR REACTION*
I call blue with black and white polka dots. Blue on the sides and center strip of black with white dots on it. Imagine it and sense my genius.

All I'm saying is when I walk down the street and the numbers jump from 123 to 126 I can't figure out what's going on. Confused is not an attractive look on me. I'm going to be a math teacher and I simply can not justify that gap. Perhaps we are working in some Abstract Algebra modulo but I took that class... I did well... I think I understood it... I don't get address numbers. Who started this and who jumped to their side and said, "Well I think completely leaving out perfectly good whole numbers from our system is great. Good work. I hate the combination of 7 and 3 so let's just rule any of those out RIGHT NOW." How does that work? It's hard to say...

Let's all just step up and take a page out of Albus Dumbledore's book (may he rest in peace) and send owls straight to each other's cupboard under the stairs.

Speaking of birds...and I am (keep up)... I fed some birds a bit of my biscuit at breakfast this morning and they were greedy little guys. When you are stealing chunks of biscuit that are too heavy for you to fly with you may want to evaluate your life. This didn't even happen once. This one fella came back twice. He looked me straight in the eye and blinked Morse code, "I know you have homemade jam and apple butter up there. Stingy. You my friend are stingy." That was a fat bird.

Separate topic: I purchased three pairs of cropped dress pants today. Teachers wear those. Tomorrow I will wear those. Two pairs from TJ Max for $12.00 each and the other from Banana Republic for not $12.00. Also, I opened a BR credit card because the guy at the register was adorable. I justified it with the perks of building credit, getting 10% off for 60 days, and the initial 15% off. He told me where to find apartments in Co Springs. He had dark, curly hair and blue eyes. I'm not sorry.