COPS - real time.

As you know, I was out of town this weekend. Do you know what happens when I go out of town? ... We get the cops called on us. I find this utterly fantastic especially since we are the most "normal" people on our street. No shooting guns or fireworks at all hours of the night, our dogs remain in our yard (except the occasional jail break) and we keep our lawn tidy and trash free.

And our neighbors call the cops on US?!?

I fart in your general direction!


I guess the dogs got into the back bedroom and were barking up a storm, most likely at all the riffraff roaming around the neigborhood and trespassing on their lawn at 1:00am. Well the crackhead neighbor who is too cheap to cut down the dead tree aiming for our house, decided that she didn't like them barking and called the cops.

The cop pulls up to the house and they go apeshit. Of course dumbass. There is a strange car in the driveway. I guess I need to train them to recognize the difference between bad person car and cop car. My bad!

They called the Lieutenant (he was out on the town) and he promptly returned. Of course he played 20 questions with the officer, but all in all, he was generally, pretty understanding. I just can't help but giggle at the thought of a cop car sitting outside our house. That should get the rumor mill going! What do you think happened? Domestic? Robbery?


It was Bernice... in the office... with an ink cartridge!


I hope the town hall calls to ask us if our dogs are registered... at least then, I can ask them about the permits we need. I doubt it though, since they can't even call a person back or return an email, or 10. Oh well. Gotta love the small towns.