Oh, the things we saw!

Ok, I know I've been slacking in the posting but here goes...

So the other day I saw something that I had to have Pretty Girl confirm. Out my kitchen window I saw Creepy Boy's Dad up on a ladder trimming his palm tree with a chain saw on a stick. I was wondering if I should stand at the window with the phone dialed to 9-1, waiting to enter the last 1. Pretty Girl responded that she's sure 911 is on speed dial for them... after the drug OD and the hip incident.

Hopefully, you all know the story of the drug OD and the hip incident but if you don't, to make a long story short, the drug OD was a drug buy gone bad that included the police and the hip incident was when the Dad fell by the side of the pool and broke his hip but doesn't have insurance so he couldn't stay in the hospital long enough nor could he afford therapy so he walks around with a really bad limp.

And then there was the incident where Creepy Boy was tazed in our front yard cuz he was so high he charged at the authorities. An ambulance carted him swiftly away. He now lives in some home for drug addicts that never recover and only visits on holidays. Did I mention he is bi-polar and has depression?

And, every night, while Creepy Boy still lived there, the Dad would start up his piece-o-crap Honda with no muffler, back it out of the driveway scraping the bumper and would return in a few minutes, scraping the bumper, with a suit case of whatever beer was on sale at Fry's.

So anyway, Pretty Girl and I were returning home the other day to find this...



















As you can see, the Dad had to get two ladders. The top one he is teetering on. We said "Good God" at the same time (and then pinky swore!). I didn't know whether to go in the house and hide and hope I never heard "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH splat" or turn around and leave the neighborhood indefinitely!

And, so while Pretty Girl and I were out doing our errands, we went to Payless Shoes (it was bogo, we never miss it!). As we pulled up we saw this...



















Again, I had to have Pretty Girl verify what I was seeing. All I could think was "How the hell did the truck get there and why is it parked in my space!?"