SassyBlonde

Sometimes there are days where you wonder how you haven't sprained your jaw from its enormous amount of drop-down momentum. Seriously.

The Muse decided to hang with us tonight for dinner and meet her ex for happy hour beforehand. All was going swimmingly until she received a series of phone calls from him in which he first ran a red light, then got pulled over, and then the coup de grace: a call from his phone by an officer informing her that her erstwhile date was being arrested at that very moment and would not me making his appointment with her. Eventually he called her back to relate the details and we were all rolling:

Apparently in DC you can be arrested for having false information on your license, such as an incorrect address, and so he was. When they stopped him for make the collar, he was so savvy that he got the arresting officer to call the Muse and let her know he wasn't standing her up. He was, in fact, so good that as they put him in the car the police officer said :You know, you have a great way with people. We're hiring, by the way,"

Holy insane application process, Batman.

Can you imagine? Filling out your application: How did you hear about us? Well, when I was being arrested last week...

For the full scoop, visit The Muse's blog.

In other news, did you know that in downtown Silver Spring it is apparently common practice to walk into some stranger's yard in broad daylight and start picking their produce? Yeah, neither did I, but today I witnessed it firsthand: some random woman parked her car on the street, strolled right into my yard, and started picking my figs. And this tree is not on the edge of the yard-- she had to walk all the way across the yard and around an in between our cars to the neighbor's fence line to get in on this action. Seriously, in the South you can get shot for that sort of thing, easy. As it was, she seemed totally surprised when my husband and I walked out to confront her and completely baffled as to why I was pissed off. I think I may have found the woman who stole my tomatoes last year. And D wonders why I keep saying I want a fence.

Here's hoping tomorrow will be a little more normal.