When I took the dogs out for a final potty break before we went to bed, the cop had pulled over a speeder just one house down from my yard. The dogs took their time.
I couldn't help myself. I stared. It's what I do. The red and blue strobe effect was powerful. And my lopsided trifocals didn't help at all.
I told my husband about it the next morning. "I guess that cop was about ready to put up some curtains," I said.
"If they don't want you looking, they shouldn't turn on the lights," he said.
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Oh that boyfriend of yours - that made me laugh. He's right.
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