Last night we came home from a friend's pool party to find that someone had stolen our camping chair from our porch. Being that we don't live in the most glamorous of neighborhoods, I wasn't altogether surprised. I was however, a bit put out.
I came home from work today to find that my lovely husband, who had very little to say after the actual incident, had taped this to the front of our house:
And that is one of the (many) reasons I love him.