Queen of Rambles

If you walked over to your neighborhood park and saw two policemen with bullet proof vests hanging out in the gazebo what would you do? Assume they were just slacking off and continue on your merry way? Look around for the criminals that are surely hiding in the bushes then high tail it out of there? Go up and ask if the park is safe?

I decided they were slacking off and let MisterE have his daily swinging laugh fest. I decided even the dumbest of criminals would find another place to work his evil wiles when confronted with a pair of swaggering county cops. I am pleased to say that my decision did not land us in the hospital as victims of a bicycle drive-by. In fact, the two cops were the only humans we encountered while at the park.

We seem to have an over-abundance of police officers in this town. Everywhere I go, I see cops driving around. They have a speed trap set-up on one of my main roads every day from 11-1 and I often see groups of them gathered at different parks, just sitting around shooting the breeze. I suppose these are good things. It means we have so little crime in our little ‘burb that the cops can concentrate on speeding tickets. I hope. Or else they are all corrupt and turn a blind eye to the real crime. We’ll go with option A. It sounds better.

It is a little startling to know that they wear Kevlar while shooting the shit in my little park, though.

Not much else going on these days. I was supposed to go to a mom’s night out party at 8:30 but that’s just a wee bit too late for me. We were going to drink and play pool, two things I am not all that fond of, so I suppose it wasn’t a great loss. It would have been nice to get out of the house. MisterE decided he was tired of me this afternoon and kept screaming bloody murder any time I would even look at him. Then he would want me to pick him up. Ah, the fickleness of youth. I was getting rather worried and thought about calling the doctor, but he was all smiles when Mike got home. He even ate all his dinner when Mike fed him. He closed his mouth and screamed when I tried to feed him. I’m really feeling the love tonight. I think I should go in to work in Mike’s place tomorrow and he can stay home and take care of the baby. Let’s forget about the fact that I have no clue how to keep a satellite from falling out of the sky. I’m sure his co-workers would be willing to give me some assistance. If not, keep a wary eye turned toward the sky. You never know when a satellite will come roaring out of orbit, squishing innocent bystanders. Mike is going to read this paragraph and groan since it is not very scientifically accurate. I’m an artist, not a scientist. If I want to pretend his satellites are going to fall on me I can. Maybe that’s why the policemen had their Kevlar vests on. They were ready to jump in the path of falling space debris to save the children from certain death. Yes, that sounds quite likely.

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