Tuesday, April 25, 2006
COPS: COAST TO COAST
Sunday night/Monday morning at 2 a.m., as I was snuggled not-so-cozily but still in a heavy sleep in The Girl's twin bed, there was a VERY LOUD knocking on the door. Since I didn't have my contacts in, I had no idea what time it was. It sounded like an important LOUD CONTINUOUS KNOCKING, so I got up and yelled in my deepest badass voice, "WHO IS IT?" "Ventura Police Department." I sort of blindly recognized some fuzzy blinking light things, a large flashlight thingy and dark uniform-ish looking outfit through the window, so I opened the door. Apparently there was a high-speed pursuit that ended up the street. They thought the bad guy was in my backyard. MY BACKYARD!!! Of course they thought this because I had left the gate ajar and the garage door open when The Girl and I were doing yard clean up the evening before. Um, my bad. But after a thorough search, he knocked again and said it was all clear and apologized for waking us up. I told him, "That's no problem, officer. Hope you catch the bad guy." It's a wonder he didn't arrest me on the spot for felony dorkiness. Then I laid in bed fretting for 45 minutes that they might not have checked behind a wall in the backyard, or in The Girl's treehouse/cave area. But since the motion lights did not come back on I figured it was ok to close my eyes. Just to be on the safe side I put the baseball bat in the hall. It's still there. Did I mention hubby is in FLA on business? Sweet dreams.