Maybe this is funny...

Maybe I am just nuts. You can decide for yourself.

The past few weeks have been really stressful. You may have noted a time or two that I try to handle stress with humor. Makes the stress less stressful sometimes.

The day we watched the Sheriff deliver our Temporary Restraining Order to our daughters' former adoptive and terminated parent who moved in with The Skank across the street, The Husband told me later that this caused a great disturbance at the other house across the street. Not with Jack, but with the folks who live directly across from us. See, they are the sort of folks you might refer to as, well, alternative. We believe they may sell their alternatives from their home. However they are very discrete and very quiet. They don't bother anyone and we would have not ever noticed them had it not been for the fact that The Husband and I have had a vague, passing familiarity with those who deal in smokables from a hundred years ago.

Are you thinking, what kind of street do they live on with the pill popping Skank and now doobage dealers? My answer to that is you probably have a lot more people around you than you realize, who engage in alternative uses for stuff. Or who enjoy the intended uses for stuff.

So, nothing like the appearance of some officers of the law to bring out your neighbors, truly. Brought down the average speed of traffic on our street as well. Quite a few people I have never even seen before (and we have lived here almost 10 years) suddenly had a need for exercise of the walking- in- front- of- my- house- really- slowly variety. 

Anyway, The Husband tells me that just after the Sheriff drove up, he heard someone at the other neighbors yelling "Was that the Sheriff? Did the Sheriff just drive by? Why is the Sheriff here?". Followed by lots of doors slamming and general chaotic sounds of panic. The very second the officer pulled away after delivering the notice, people started barrelling out of that house, jumped into 3 separate cars, and sped off.

Dear Alternative Types,
I am so sorry you panicked and felt you had to flush your doobage. I know that the sense of paranoia can increase when one is high because I read it in a book. That had to suck. Please blame it on Jack Ass as this is all his fault.

I think this is really funny in a bizarre and grotesque way. I don't know if anyone else will. My sense of humor is not for everyone.

In other news, I have been writing it down every time I see Jack. The Husband made contact with a police officer who has opened a case file and is waiting for his first entry. He came over to our house today and helped us clarify some issues. There have been 2 incidents already where Jack avoided a violation because I kept Genea out of his sight. In other words, I saw his jackassed self before she did and I moved her out of the line of sight quickly. The Husband called Jack yesterday and reminded him that he is violating his order by being visible outside of his house and we can call the cops at any time. Jack whined, "but how am I supposed to know if she can see me or not?" to which  The Husband replied, "that's the point, that's why you have to move!". ARRRGH, I just SO totally would have thought that was obvious. Move! Anyhow, some officers went over there again today to remind Jack that it is just a matter of time before Genea sees him and he gets in trouble with a violation. That it is really unavoidable if he is going to try to live there. So he should really move. Our nice officer called us tonite with an update but now we are playing with messages and crap so I guess we'll find out later what they said.

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