"You're getting ready to get shot!"

Oh hey Monday, I. Hate. You.  You know those days when your like, "I'm gonna need super powers to make it through this day."?  Yep, I'm there!

Now that I have established my hate for Monday we will move on.   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Somethings shouldn't be blogged about for the protection of pride of the parties involved, but lucky for you, that party wasn't me and it was funny, so I am sharing it.

I would say there is probably a top 10 list of things that you shouldn't say to police officers.  My husband is in corrections, so I know that they don't take well to threats.   But, way up at the top of that list, probably #1, is what my husband yelled at a police officer on Saturday night.

It was a normal Saturday night.  The husband had to work second shift, so I was home alone.  When I am home alone I always set the house alarm if I am going upstairs where I can't hear what is going on downstairs.  I set the alarm like normal, went to run on the treadmill, and came back down and took a shower.  Did you see any steps I forgot? Like disarming the alarm?

Anyways, T got home and set the house alarm off.  We immediately disarmed it and thought nothing of it (we set it off letting the dogs out sometimes).  We went about our normal routine and got ready for bed.

About an hour later, Kayne, our Great Dane, started going bat shit crazy.  I opened the bedroom door to see what he was going crazy about and I see the silhouette of someone with a flashlight at our front door.  Now, let me tell you about our doors.  We have a big doors that are 3/4 frosted glass with iron rod-work in the between the glass, so you can see outside. 

Our front doors from the outside.

I immediately freaked.  I woke my husband up and said that someone was trying to get in the house with a flashlight at the front door (let me say that they were not saying ANYTHING,just fooling with the front door handle and they didn't ring the doorbell).  He immediately shot up and got the gun out of the bedside table. 

Cue what you shouldn't say to police officers.  My husband ran in the living room and cocks the gun (I am thinking for theatrical effect, because it was something straight out of a movie) and yells, "Your getting ready to get fucking shot."  (Sorry for the language, but when you think someone is breaking in your house evidently you have to act big and bad...a simple "who's there" won't suffice). 

This is also the point that police get a little bit aggravated.  And yell, "Sheriff's Department!  Put the gun down!" Let's just stop right there, bhahahahaha.  Okay, moving on.  My husband then opened the door and said he was sorry and explained we thought someone was breaking in.  Evidently our neighbor who is an older woman and lives alone when her husband is on the road called the police.  Bless her heart, she was probably freaking out over there by herself thinking someone was breaking into our house. 

Anyways, all is well that ends well.  I about had a heart attack and T's pride was a little hurt.  I think the police telling him to try asking who is there before threatening to shoot is a good idea.

Tip:  If something like this happens do not start hysterically laughing in bed 30 minutes later and in your best man voice yell, "You're getting ready to get f'in shot!"  Evidently, T didn't appreciate the humor I saw in the situation.

 Oh yeah, somehow this is all my fault because I left the alarm on...I guess it kinda is, but it makes for a funny story.  Maybe T will see the humor today...or 10 years from now?!

P.S. Don't go thinking my husband is some egotistical redneck asshole...You should know I have better taste than that. He is that guy that stops and helps a woman trying to lift her elderly mother out of a van by herself into a wheelchair....no seriously he did that earlier this week.  

Evidently this guy makes a pretty good guard dog.  Who knew?

Other than that we had a pretty uneventful weekend since T was working second shift this week.  We started watching Orange is the New Black.  Have you seen that?  I will say, it isn't for everyone because it has language and nudity.

I also managed to fill a cart on Forever 21's website with $500 worth of merchandise.  Please tell me I'm not the only person who fills my cart up online with everything I like and then has to go through a long and painful process of elimination before actually being able to order.

Oh, yeah, we are also in the process of re-purposing a door for a headboard.