Flashing lights

Has anyone else ever experienced this: I was calmly washing dishes in the kitchen when all of a sudden I look up to see the bright lights of a cop car directly in front of Mildred. 


My first thought, "duck! drug raid!"- our neighbors are pretty sketchy. 
My second thought, "crap, I should have gotten the temporary plates switched out this weekend"- Perlita is still sporting paper plates. 
My third thought, "hmm...I should take a picture of whatever is happening" (you never know when it may come in handy, even if it's destined to end up on the blog). 

Yes, I have become that neighbor- the one who peeks through the blinds to see what is going on (minus the flowered mumu). I even went a step further by conveniently taking out the trash. The poor guy driving a navy Chevy Silverado was forlonly staring at his wheel as the officer pulled his stats from within the cruiser. 


I appreciate the fact that HPD is patrolling Mildred's streets- were Fran and I ever to get a puppy, I'd like to know he (or she) would be safe while sniffing the yard. 


PS: The flashing lights immediately brought Kanye to mind. Love it!