I was going to tell you about our free visit to the Kingman Museum on Saturday, but then my neighbor pulled a gun out on me on Sunday afternoon and I was all "THIS will make a MUCH better blog post!".
And just so you don't hyperventilate with worry, no, I'm not dead. Thank God, right?
First...remember that day that I got a basically brand spankin' new digital camera in the mail after mine died from some strange, tropical camera disease? Well, Jen (she blogs at Just Hide the Dishes in the Dryer. Go tell her she's awesome.) has done it again, this time hand delivering three BOXES of clothes and shoes and goodies for my two littles. I'm talking winter coats and boots and a Leap Pad with games. Plus a ton of other stuff. It was so sweet of her and super fun to meet her in person.
So there we are, chattin' away in the den and I hear the tail end of my cell phone ring, which was in a drawer in the kitchen underneath the laptop that was blaring Regina Spektor so of course I didn't catch it in time to answer it. Plus, if you've ever tried to call me, the chances of me answer my phone are, like, 1 in 7,000 or something.
And then I look out the window and see my neighbor's truck parked in front of our house. Not just any neighbor, though. My SHERIFF'S DEPUTY neighbor. And then Tommy, standing behind our barn. And then I'm all "Whoah...this is kind of weird". So I open the front door....
And there is my neighbor in her full deputy uniform, tazer strapped to her leg, kevlar vest on, BRANDISHING HER WEAPON with a look of totally terrifying terror on her face and I think I almost peed my pants.
I would make the worst bad guy in the world, I tell ya what.
"Is everyone okay? Are you okay? What's going on?!?!".
To which I respond "Um, yes? I mean, yes. What's going on? I don't know. What is going on?"
Apparently this is what happened.
She noticed a strange vehicle in our driveway and because there is a dude on parole that might be in the area and our house used to be owned by a member of this guy's family (small town America. That's what happens.) she gets concerned and runs Jen's plates. When she sees that she's not local she gets a little nervous and pulls over. Which is right when Tommy got home from the grocery store. He sees the worried look on her face and as a former police officer gets a worried look on HIS face.
And guess what? I had forgotten to tell him that Jen was coming over.
So Rochelle (our neighbor) asks him if he knows whose car is in our driveway and when he says no, they both think that the other one knows something and assumes that it's totally evil and obviously some bad guy has broken into our house and is stealing our super valuable....um...ratty sofa? Dinner table off of Craigslist? Hamper full of dirty laundry? Whatever he was stealing, it was bad and she was NOT. HAVING. IT. Not having it, I tell you! No sirree.
Which is how my neighbor, the sheriff's deputy, pulled a gun on me at my own house. Because another mom was bringing me baby clothes.
And then I made Tommy take a picture of us three ladies, stars of our own comedy of errors, and even though it is horrendously unflattering in a non-hilarious way, he only took one and I cannot not share it with you. Plus, Rochelle and Jen look great, so that's good. (also: exercise #5,298 in overcoming vanity)
Yay for sweet blogger friends and boxes full of goodies, for concerned law-enforcement neighbors that want to keep us safe, and yay for another eventful day so I can keep y'all entertained!