Let’s see…There is never a dull moment around my house. I haven’t decided if that’s normal or just a curse from having 4 kids… 2 of which lack a certain amount of brain cells.
Yesterday I had some little punk kids… who were black, in case you were wondering, attempt to break into my house. Thanks to Dani and Nikki who invite every… Tom, Dick and Moron over to our house. I swear I need to have them run a background check on their friends before they give out our address. The best part is that the police won’t file formal charges against them either. They only took a report as a matter of record… so if these morons come back again… THEN they’ll arrest them.
Crap!! Complete Crap!! But since I don’t have a police badge or a penis and I live in this shit village… it’s the way things go. After all I have been told at least 3 times that our department has “their own way” of doing things. Personally I think that’s code for… “We make it up as we go along and only enforce what we feel like enforcing.”
Ya know, the police are around here often enough now …for one reason or another… I am almost tempted to set up and coffee and donuts station. You know… to make it more convenient for them to come by and maybe…. actually…. do their job. Instead of the complete bullshit I have dealt with so far. Or else I could hire the girls out for cheap slave labor… or maybe even sell them as mail-order brides to the middle east. I am fairly certain that any of those 3 options will give me the desired relief of stress that I am looking for.