Weeeeeeeeeeee!

04 Feb 2012 4 Comments

by Chelle in And then I found 5 bucks, I am a nutjob, Like a cat Tags: Dogs, fighting, guns, police, sparring, Taekwondo

A Saturday post? NEVER!

Okay, so like… I spent all day yesterday doing my happy dance. Readers commented! I may have looked like a fool boogying around everywhere, but A: that isn’t uncommon and F: I was too giddy to care. Thank you guys! I see you on my stats thing, but sometimes I wonder if I’m more insane than I think I am because nobody talks and what if the stats thingy was all in my head? Now I know it isn’t. Whew.

There are more of you out there, by the way. It’s okay! You can comment. Now pretend there is something else pep-talky here, cause I’m all pepped out.

So last night my husband and I were out sparring (I started doing Taekwondo a couple months back. Did I tell you that? That’s a whole story in itself.) in a parking lot when this police officer drove by us very slowly, but didn’t say anything. After he left, another came by, and then another, and that one asked us if we’d seen anyone running around. We hadn’t, so they all drove off and we kept sparring.

(I keep saying we were sparring like I’m cool or something. I’m a lowly yellow belt. My husband is a black belt. Our “sparring” is kind of laughable. Mine is, anyway.)

Now that I have rudely interrupted myself… After a little bit, the police officers drove by again, and then next thing I know my husband is jumping up and down waving at the cops and pointing – he’d found the running guy! Of course, I didn’t see him at all until after my husband pointed him out, but I’ve never claimed to be observant. Anyway. All but one of the cops come out of their cars and they’re yelling at dude and threatening him with dogs and I was considering cowering down beside my car so I didn’t get shot. The last cop popped his cruiser up over the curb and into the grass, cause he was awesome like that, I guess. Sounded really bad for his car though. I winced with every screech and scrape.

To make what started off as a good story all anticlimactic, the dude gave up and there were no guns or dogs or anything else interesting. Really, the most interesting part of the night was when I messed up a kick and hurt the crap out of my foot. But I’ll tell y’all about that Monday.

I did get a few crappy pictures of cop cars, but that’s all. I didn’t think to grab my phone until after everything was over and done and they were putting the (alleged) bad guy in the cruiser and really, I am a terrible blogger.

Hey, it was night and I was using my phone with the flash turned off. I told you they were crappy!

Shinies! Yay!

Have a great weekend, y’all!