Bright Lights

So I had been up all evening doing laundry, tidying up (yes, thats right), and generally getting ready for bed when, just as I’m about to do my evening blood pressure check, I hear a knock at the door.

Who the fuck knocks on my door at 2 AM without calling? Seriously. ‘The Jerk’ doesn’t have a car, I haven’t talked to fire-dancer for months, the ex lives in Phoenix, and none of my employees know exactly where I live (e.g. which appartment). So who the hell is rapping on my chamber door at two in the morning?

It wasn’t a raven, but it was Tempe’s Finest. I had to open the door to see who it was, unfortunately they did not stand in front of the peep-hole and their all black “Look at me I’m a soldier” outfits make them impossible to see at night (the dude’s hat actually blended into the darkness, I couldn’t tell where his head ended and the sky began). Apparantly someone reported a child running around outside. At two in the morning. And thought that it belonged to this appartment.

An apartment where the only woman to step through the door has been my Mother.

My neighbors really don’t pay any attention to me (and I work such odd hours I really don’t see anyone). But I thought it was interesting. I told the cop “Nope, no children live here. I’ll be up for a few more hours so if I come across a rugrat I’ll give y’all a call.” The urge to say “Is your number still 911?” was overwhelming!

‘The Jerk’ and I went to see Valkyrie today, a very good movie, even though I dislike Tom Cruise and laugh at the fact he had trouble getting into Germany being a brainwashed Scientologist. I highly recommend it!

Taxes are all done and filed, before the start of February. For those looking for recommendations on tax services, I do my own through HR Block’s TaxCut website. I’ve been using it for several years now and it has helped maximize my returns, so I plan to continue using it in the future.

So, that’s my story about when the police come a knocking, rap, rap, rapping upon my chamber door.