So it’s like this. I just got married. Thought I never would, but there it is! Anyway, we hardly told a soul and had a teeny “wedding” in a romantic courtroom. And now I am really in the doghouse with some people for not sending out fancy invitations, for not alerting them to our plans, for not having a “proper” wedding in the first place. The funny part is, we’d hoped to minimize the drama often associated with weddings, but, in the process, I guess we made it worse? Hey, at least we tried.

So I have a new holiday to celebrate: June 13 marks the Coronation of the King of SusanLand. Here’s the best our imaginary wedding photographer could come up with. . .

–S.

Incidentally, the “graffiti” girl’s story was of particular interest to me since I used to spend hours “tagging” my parents’ driveway. Here is some of my early handiwork — I had a penchant for drawing transvestites.

… and that’s me. I was certainly a grubby thing, huh?
–S.

Did you hear about the little Park Slope girl who got in trouble for doodling with chalk on the sidewalk? Some old-biddy neighbor reported her to city officials, lumping the drawings in with graffiti.

Now it’s been said that chalking is a gateway crime. Indeed. The girl recently rolled up her sleeves and defiantly drew again! Cheeky!

If she’s not careful she could have a career on her hands. Just look what happened to this man.

–S.