GBE2's weekly theme is home. Since I already wrote my "H" post, I decided to call my home, "My Crib" or err "Krib." Hey, it's a humor blog. I can spell it any way I want.
I live on a great street for blogging humor. In fact, it's gotten to the point that when the police get the call from our neighborhood, they roll their eyes. Maybe it's from the time our neighbor called to report her stolen car. She drove it three doors down, visited with a friend, then walked home. Oops.
Or, do they roll their eyes from the time the speeding kids took out our brick mailbox with Grandma's Cadillac--nah--that became a dot on the bridge for a few weeks later a car went airborne into the house on the huge hill at the end of the cove. No joke. The car crashed through the window, the dining room, and stopped on the back wall of the kitchen, where two drugged out teens stepped out unscathed and said, "Whoa!" Ironically, there were no tire marks on the grass.
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| See the white square in the center? That's our sun room. |
I live on a great street for blogging humor. In fact, it's gotten to the point that when the police get the call from our neighborhood, they roll their eyes. Maybe it's from the time our neighbor called to report her stolen car. She drove it three doors down, visited with a friend, then walked home. Oops.
Or, do they roll their eyes from the time the speeding kids took out our brick mailbox with Grandma's Cadillac--nah--that became a dot on the bridge for a few weeks later a car went airborne into the house on the huge hill at the end of the cove. No joke. The car crashed through the window, the dining room, and stopped on the back wall of the kitchen, where two drugged out teens stepped out unscathed and said, "Whoa!" Ironically, there were no tire marks on the grass.
Now the neighborhood kids joke,
"Let's take mushrooms and drive through the E's house!"
"Let's take mushrooms and drive through the E's house!"
15 comments:
I love that you have all those trees. Not only are trees gorgeous, but they can also act as barriers for druggie-drivers.
Geez, that looks like my granddad's house, which was situated at the Austrian-Slovenian border! Strange coincidence! Btw, am sitting at work and feeling so work-enthusiastic that I could need one of 'em funny mushrooms right now – do they pass by email? LOL Best to you from Paris, D.
Looking good :)
New meaning to drive-thru, I suppose. Nice trip around the neighborhood!
TFF...***rolling my eyes***
That's too funny! Thanks for sharing a little about your neighborhood.
I live on very quiet cul-de-sac street with 16 small houses. Nothing ever happens here!
you're in AR?... your neighborhood looks like the area behind rudy's place.. where i like to walk... hmmm...
Now THAT's a road trip. Or maybe a grass trip? Either way, sounds wild!
Never a dull moment, right? I love how the trees look like broccoli!
OK, I've almost called the cops for a stolen car and then realized it was towed, but leaving it three doors down? Wow! Thanks for the giggle!
Hopefully your house is behind some of those big trees.
It looks like a fairly calm neighborhood...I guess those are the ones you gotta watch out for sometimes. Nice Krib!
Well, auto-driving druggies in living rooms aren't a brand new story for me, seems to have happened at least once in each city I've lived in, but .... driving three houses to visit a friend, walking home, then calling the PD to report a stolen car? Now that's a new one!!! Thanks for the visit to your Krib!
Alana @ writercize.blogspot.com
Fellow A to Z and GBE2! :)
Love it...always a funny story!
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