It's 1 am and I'm wide awake. It's trash night tomorrow morning so the garbage is outside. Earlier this week there were 2 men going through our trash in the wee hours of the night. Seriously creepy, I mean who does that anymore? They are going to find a lot of dog shit. That's a pretty exciting treasure to take home.
Every noise I hear, makes me get up and look out the window. It's hard being a paranoid person. A huge part of me wants to stand in the window and take a million pictures of them like a mad creeper/paparazzier while laughing hysterically, flash after flash after flash until they sqadaddle.
Every time I get up and look out the window, I feel like I'm a kid again looking for Santa Claus.
I will add pics if they return to the hot spot to be, the trash.
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