KGB

I might be seeing red today, I will tell you why. Last night while on a casual walk with Coop, I ran into my neighbors. Wonderful neighbors actually. Across the street. I have had the opportunity to get to know the past couple years. We chatted about whats been going on the last couple months. Introduced Coop. Small talked it. That's when it happened. Crazy neighbor Vicky came up. The man said to me that I should be careful of her. She is crazy. I just laughed. One because we have never talked about our stories with them before. And two, they think she is crazy too. And three, they have crazy Vicki stories too. Comedy. Imagine that? So I asked why? Out of curiosity and all. That's when the couple began to tell me that Crazy Vicki had come over a couple weeks ago telling them that Sam and I are KGB. Oh yay. Russian Spies. Are you serious? And she proceeded to tell them that we have her phones tapped and if we (Sam and or myself) are seen doing anything weird (yay that says a lot from Crazy Vicki right?) to not call the local police but the FBI. WHAT?!?!?!?!?! This story comes a day after, Crazy Vicki came over to our house, again, to 'check on us'. Really. And it just so happens she came by when I wasn't home. Again. Coincidence I think not. I mean, why you checking on us if we are full fledged Spies Vic? Seems like we could handle our own if we were right? I just got a serious kick out of this story last night and had to share. Between her and other ongoings around here, I might be able to write an incredible book someday doncha think? Uggggggg, so this is me, signing out, the KGB Spie. What is next with this one? Really? And for my little anonymous commenter who left me the lovely 'WWJD' comment last time I left a Crazy Vicky story. Save it. Please! I think Jesus, my homeboy, would have just as much of a sense of humor with this one as I do. Peace out! And enjoy your day. And be aware of your neighbors, Spies or not!.