So, last night I made brownies... it was close to 10 but I wanted them so I made them. As a result, I didn't get to eat them until almost 11. So Liz, Lauren's bf, and I are sitting around the table, yaking and chowing down on brownies when Liz and I see a man with a flashlight stalk past our window. We both kind of glance at each other before I venture a guess, "I think that was a cop."
Liz, in total agreement--because who else would be prowling around with a maglite?--comments, "It looked like he was looking for someone."
We ponder the event for a moment longer before we're like, "Okay! Time for bed! Night, Lauren's BF!"
We put the blinds down and go to bed and that's that. So we thought. I get back today and my neighbor is coming home about the same time as me, waves me down to tell me that the girl who just moved in on the other side of her called the cops last night because she found a guy "pleasing himself" at her back door. I'm like, "Ahhh, makes sense why we thought we saw a cop last night."
I thanked her and told her we'd be careful and keep our blinds down at night. So, apparently we have a guy who's practicing self-love hanging around.
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