Our lot is situated at the top of a cul de sac, and before the house was built, the back alley that now leads to our garage was a great spot for hiding out.
We know this because we once caught teenagers parked in our driveway smoking pot.
Apparently they hadn't noticed the house was done built and occupado.
Hilarious and shocking, I know.
Fun Fact:
Last night, I dreamt I once again caught teenagers parked and smoking (cigarettes this time, not mary-wanna). And in my dream, I knew these teenagers and decided (after some internal debate), to call their mother, my neighbor, to tattle.
And to be honest, she wasn't that appreciative.
Made me feel like quite the rat--even though I could tell she was simmering at her misbehavin' youngins' beneath that cool exterior.
Pft.
That's the last time I'll be a dream neighborhood watch informant.
This concludes tonight's broadcast of Things In A Sleep-Deprived Mother's Head That She Needn't Share.
Peace out, peeps.
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