I opened my garage door this morning and there’s 6 cop cars lining my street!

No cops, just cars. Coupla doors down.

So anyway, take Ginnie to school and turn around and come back home and then there were two officers standing alongside one car, sipping coffee. So I slowed down and asked if “all this means the neighbors should be worried?” and the supervisor (huge pin on his chest) said no, the reporting person was here but “it” was somewhere else. Whatever.

Of course, then I had to report that conversation to the scads of neighbors grouped down the street wondering what was going on. I feel special.

This is one of the few times I hate that this house doesn’t have windows on the front, unless I want to huddle in my non-air-conditioned garage and peek out the blinds.

Shaddup, I am not nosy. You’d do the same thing.