Well, I debated whether to share this with y'all or not.

Last Sunday, I was at the post office picking up our mail at PO box, and I just gave into the intrusive thoughts. There's a Chick-fil-A in the same parking lot, and they're closed Sundays, as you probably know. Not a single employee, not even security. So I went over there with a bag of cute little rainbow stickers. Some of them with friendly little animals, some with loving slogans. And I decorated the place.

Wednesday morning, the police showed up at my door. They were going to put me in handcuffs for stickers. The only thing that saved me from going to jail was the sheer amount of medication I'm on, and the fact that I'm my dad's carer.

Technically speaking, I'm under arrest as we speak. The charges are malicious mischief in the third degree and bias crime in the second.

Yeah. Chick-fil-A is charging me with a hate crime for putting happy little stickers on their restaurant.