Never A Dull Moment - Bread Interrupted

Oh the drama of living on a dead end street in the middle of nowhere. There truly never is a dull moment....

I had just put my apron on and was standing at my kitchen counter to start making the bread we are having with our soup for dinner. That's when I had to stop the bread making and call the police (for the second time in three days)(they are on my speed dial, thank you very much). Then I had to go find my binoculars. Then I had to go upstairs to get a better view. Then I had to sit for like 20 minutes looking out the window with my binoculars to see what was going to happen.

Nothing real exciting happened. Now the bread isn't going to have time to rise and be ready to have dinner at the time I wanted it. Dang dead end street...

I LOVE IT!

Here is a picture of me with some of my fellow hood mommas/gang members. Yes. We have our own gang. And gang sign. And initiation. That's how awesome we are. And we are besties with the cops in our town, because we talk to them on such a regular basis.

This was my first time in a police car and we were just driving down to the end of the street to show the police officer some "items" that we had found. We all three got in the back seat and it was pretty darn claustrophobic back there. I was handling it OK until the officer said, "Does it freak you out to know that now that you closed that door, you can't open it?" Ohhhhh yes. Yes it does. Thankfully Lori was next to me and offered me her hand to hold and had me look into her eyes and take deep breaths. That's why I got upgraded to the front seat. It was awesome.