I'm half asleep on my couch and someone pounds on my door. It's the police. Apparently someone was lighting fire crackers and throwing them off their balcony. This, of course, annoyed my downstairs neighbors, and caused them to call the authorities.
Now, I understand the logic of pounding on my door and asking if I committed said crime, but when I answer the door in short shorts, covered in flour and cat fur it isn't necessary to laugh at me. I know I look a mess, but pointing it out doesn't help.
Now, when DH rounds the corner in his partially constructed wizard costume asking me if the hat looks right should not cause you to roll your eyes. Remember, dear officer, you were looking for some hoodlums lighting fire crackers NOT the crazy couple in the building.
Now, I understand the logic of pounding on my door and asking if I committed said crime, but when I answer the door in short shorts, covered in flour and cat fur it isn't necessary to laugh at me. I know I look a mess, but pointing it out doesn't help.
Now, when DH rounds the corner in his partially constructed wizard costume asking me if the hat looks right should not cause you to roll your eyes. Remember, dear officer, you were looking for some hoodlums lighting fire crackers NOT the crazy couple in the building.