Here's the situation. My brother and sister-in-law, Micah and Holly, my dad, and myself are sitting around my parents' dining room table on New Year's morning. Micah begins to relay to me a story that my dad told him earlier.
This is my dad's story through the Micah filter:
"At 2:43 the neighbors across the street came home in their car. Got out and went into the house. But they left their car door open!
Exactly two hours later, he came out to close the door but then she got into the car and drove away. Only to return three minutes later."
Me: "What is this? The Burbs?"
Holly: (bursts out laughing) "You guys are scary. That's what Micah said!"
Dad: (chuckling and wondering what the Burbs are though aware it must be a movie)
Me: "Are you writing this down?"
Holly: (cracking up) "Oh my gosh! Micah asked him if he was keeping a log!" (Holly thinks I'm funny; she has an excellent sense of humor.)
Me: (thinking maybe we can get Dad some kind of recording device for his birthday so he can walk away from his big ol' Burb window more often)
Dad: (still laughing at us and himself)
In other news, my other brother, Matt, just got a scanner. He has probably been dreaming of this ever since he was a kid listening to my grandpa's emergency frequency scanner. I hope he keeps posting stuff like this on his facebook status: "I overheard the dispatcher ask an officer "are you on something?" Nothing like a lawman under the influence! (By the way, I do know what she meant.)"
My mom used to be a teacher and everyone knows that they have eyes in the back of their head.
My kids think I have an uncanny sense of knowing what's going on in other parts of the house. What can I say? It's in my blood.
So.... if you think you think you're being watched...
You probably are.
Now if you'll excuse me... I've got to stalk, er, I mean, check in on my other blog writing friends.
UPDATE: My dad called to let me know that it was he who shut the car door for his neighbor. Also, his neighbor has come outside and moved his truck after not being out in about four days (which is unusual for him) so he must have been sick and is now feeling better.
Steve (I think that's his name; I'll have to call my dad to be sure.), I'm glad you're feeling better.