So far this last week:
I've been tazed by an impostor FBI agent.
Been called by David Spade.
Had my van sucked into a fast moving flash flood that carried us almost to lake with huge waves.
Thankfully when that happened the van was caught on a big rock and the children and I did not perish.
I found out that my Grandma was hoarding coupons.
She in fact had entire floor of her house dedicated to storing them in a neat fashion. I was insanely jealous.
My husband has been shooting with a teeny tiny gun in Downtown Litchfield at pheasants during a parade.
He thought he could get away with it being it was such a little gun and all.
The sheriff arrested him on the spot and he is currently serving 30-35 years for shooting inside city limits.
He never did get that pheasant.
I was freaking out and sobbing and couldn't breathe because I didn't know how I could raise 5 children alone while he was behind bars.
This all happened between the hours of 1 am and 6 am.
I lead a pretty exciting "dream life"!
No wonder I'm so tired all day...what with all this crazy stuff happening to me all night long.