Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for October 01, 2019

Could be worse. Don’t question her motives. Angie is going to be imagining it as your head.

Does Angie need encouragement to put that sledgehammer to use? C’mon Angie, give it a whack!

Is there a reason this can’t be done outside, Angie? Even if it IS Desmond’s head (in your imagination of course)?

Dude! When the hammer comes out, its time to become scarce!

If Desmond doesn’t move soon he’s gonna be impaled by flying chips and chunks.

Somebody tell Angie that she can buy gravel at the Ballard Rock Yard and Mortuary Supply Depot.

What’s a little noise between friends and neighbors? Remember that old Slade song?

Come on feel the noize, girls rock your boys, we’ll go wild, wild, wild…

Ballard street folk have their own version of croquet.

I’m worried this may give Desmond Angieina…

Hubby’s right; she has the gloves and eye protection, but it might be a good idea if they both wear ear plugs to protect against the loud impulse noise when she gets that sledge hammer rocking. (Might be some flying rock chips to contend with depending on what kind of rock that is.)

Just do it before 8 PM when the neighbors all go to bed.

Aw. She’s just creating a likeness of her Sweetie.

Angie has been into hard rock for quite some time. Desmond just doesn’t appreciate the nuances of sledgehammer hitting a rock.

I’m certain she has been thinking of little else.