There are times I don’t appreciate living in a small town. Everyone knows everyone else’s business and feel free to share such info with any one who will listen.
One of the last people to come to my door was the Emmett Poe-leece, aka, "Good old boys".
I was informed that one of my neighbors has noticed that there is a lot of coming and going from our house, and they are sure it’s drug related traffic…. Ummmmm WHAT?
I explained, as nicely as I could that there are 8 of us living here right now, and that yes with 8 people and 5 cars there certainly IS a lot of comings and goings… DUH!
So, I guess I’m the, crack house on the block… sheesh you would think people had better things to do.
I hear making and or selling drugs is quite profitable. When I find all the money I’m supposed to be making, I’ll rush right out and buy myself some bling and a new fancy car… until then… BIG HUGS, Steph
(PS, if the Emmett police read this, the last part is a sarcastic joke, and not a real confession. I have to say this because knowing our police they have no sense of humor or ability to discern anything remotely near joking/kidding.)