Oh good, he's gone.

BAM! BAM! BAM! I ran to the front door holding Madison. Who on earth wanted me to answer the door so urgently? Don't they know I'm busy?

So I open the door to a strange sight. Five menacing looking-men, two on either side of the door, one on the lawn, one around the corner, one in the driveway...what in the world???

"We're the from sheriff's department looking for Mr. X. " Oh, I think to myself. They're looking for the sex offender that lives across the street. So I point to the famed house and tell them I haven't seen him in about 3 months. They cross the street and bang on that door. Sheesh, do these guys know about doorbells?

After an animated conversation with the woman who lives there-with plenty of grandkids who stay the weekends, I might add-the sheriffs leave. Hmmmm. I guess Mr. X didn't show up for his meeting with his parole officer. Maybe he went to Mexico. I'm just happy he's gone!

Hey, now we can play outside in the front yard again!