Carrollton 911!

Greetings, friends and family!  Here are some updates:

"Your dogs are righteous, man." I had my first Texas experience in reporting a suspicious person.  A drugged out woman knocked on my door, asked me to let her into the pool, I said no, she told me my dogs were righteous, I said okay, and she stumbled off.  She referred to me as "man" at least a half dozen times, could barely keep her head up, and when I asked her if she was okay, she said no but she would be if she could just dip her feet in the pool.  And then she was going to drive home.  Nice...

I called the apartment complex office (closed), the police department (closed), and finally resigned myself to calling 911, which I honestly do not like doing because it wasn't an emergency.  She was just on drugs and I didn't want her to drive.  Or kill herself in the pool.  Turns out, I was not the first person to report her.

After I hung up, I waited around for about 30 minutes to see if the woman would come back.  I really wanted to get a picture of her for the blog.  She DID come back but I decided it was more important to call 911 again (instead of snapping her photo), but before I could she knocked on my door and told me again that my dogs were righteous and awesome (because they chewed through my window blinds... creepy lady), and continued on her merry way.  I reported this all to the 911 operator, who told me police officers were on their way.  That was about 35 minutes ago and I've heard nothing.

I should have taken her picture.

December 17: The day in which are house is expected to be completed.  Major sad face.  I was hoping that we would be in by Thanksgiving, but no such luck.  Boo!

October 12:  Day of Half Marathon in The Colony, Texas.  All in preparation for Marathon on December 1.  Side note: In case you couldn't tell, I love turning regular ol' nouns into proper nouns.  "Look at Banner, Michael!"

Today's Jeopardy answer:  Long, black, and clogging the tub drain.

Today's Jeopardy question:  What color and style was the previous owner's hair, and where did you locate it?  (I guess that's technically two questions, but whatever.)

I definitely should have taken a picture of the mess I pulled out of our drain.  Instead, I will leave it to your imagination to think up an apartment's bathroom, a slow-draining tub, and a wire hanger full of gunk, hair, and chunks of God-knows-what.  Nah, you know what?  I'll just Google a picture and let you visualize something similar.  You're welcome.