Warning: Delusional Preggo on the Loose in California

In follow-up to my post last week, this is an update on how I seriously kicked some college students' butts yesterday...

Or not.

OK. This is pretty embarrasing, but I trust that I won't get made fun of (that much) and I guess I have to blog about it because I owe you an update on this.

So, as you may recall, on Friday I was planning to go over to confront the college frat boy perps who knocked my fence down and meddled with my shrubbery, right? Well, I wanted to wait until the Husband got home from work so we could go over together, but he ended up going over by himself on his way home from work.

So, around 6:00pm, he comes home carrying a brown paper bag and tells me that he went over to their house. Here's the conversation:

Husband: I went over to confront the college boys about the fence.

Me: You did? Without me? What happened!?

Images of Husband being tied to a keg by the frat boys and forced to succumb to some horrible hazing ritual immediately entered my head. God, he should have brought me for back up. What was he thinking??

Husband: There weren't any college boys there.

Me: What? No one was home?

Husband: No, someone answered, but it wasn't a college kid. It was an old lady.

Me: An old lady?

Husband: Yeah, this really nice old lady lives there by herself. Her name is Mertyl and she's a widower. She's lived in that house for 40 years. And look - she gave me this huge bag of oranges from her tree.

Husband was indeed carrying a huge bag of oranges in his arms.

Me: But what about the wild party? And the college boys?

Husband: The party was happening at one of her neighbors' houses; it definitely wasn't happening at her house.

Me: But...

Husband: She said that it was wind that knocked the fence over. And that it's happened before. She's going to call her handyman and we're going to go in on fixing the fence together.

Me: But it hasn't even been windy!

Husband (shrugs)

Me: And what about the kid we saw peering over our fence the other day picking oranges off the tree? He was definitely in her backyard.

Husband: Oh, I asked her about him. That's her grandson. He was helping her out. I mean, she can't possibly get up on a ladder to pick her own oranges. She's like at least 80 years old.

So, there you have it folks. I was about to go kick the ass of some poor 80-year-old widow named Mertyl who is completely innocent. And the saddest part about it is that according to Husband, who spent some time visiting with her, she seems pretty lonely and was happy to have the company and meet her new neighbor. She said she rarely sees any of her neighbors. Isn't that sad?

And I am left feeling like a complete idiot. In my defense, we live in a neighborhood near a college so there are tons of college students that live around us - just apparently not behind us. And there was a party happening in our neighborhood on New Year's Eve, but since I went to bed before midnight, I wasn't paying close attention to where the music was coming from. It just sounded like it was in our backyard, but it might have been one house down from Mertyl. And then there was the college kid peering over our fence who turned out to be her grandson.

Anyway, enough with the excuses. I would say that I just need to back off the crack, but I haven't touched crack since I got pregnant sooooo I'm just going to have to blame this one on pregnancy brain.

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One more thing: I apologize that I haven't been visiting blogs. More on that later... But I would like to thank everyone for the nice congratulatory comments on the pregnancy. I read and appreciate each one very much.