WooHOOOO!

We are so STOKED. In addition to a morning fueled by caffeine and good eating (but no hoodies, alas), we came home from an early breakfast after dropping the kid to find: They are working on our street. Not that we weren't informed by memo (which we plan to frame), but we just weren't going to believe it til we saw it. And in two hours, they transformed the street to something better than what it was: one of the very worst streets in all of Los Angeles.

Really.

We have ruts big enough to slam a car down to the wheel base (the one in the picture is almost a foot deep, and you can see the beginning of repair behind it), and the ruts are usually filled with water because of the lady across the street who constantly waters with reckless abandon. Only the locals know, and the passersby who frequent the Starbucks that replaced our local serial-killer bar who don't know find out the hard way. When I was pregnant, we had to drive down our street going 5 mph because more made me sick. We've waited over 10 years for this, complained to everyone from our city councilperson to the bureau of street repair to the mayor.

Then they started repaving every street in the neighborhood for 2 miles but ours. We were all nearly hysterical about it. I thought I'd be calling the vector control people about the inevitable oncoming of West Nile virus from the stupid ruts but then they showed up here with giant vehicles that are vibrating our house.

We'll be having a "Kiss my Asphalt" party when it's done. Y'all can come. It'll be the street you can skate down!

Stumble It!