The cops searched my closet

Last week I came home from work and found my closet doors open. I knew that I had left them shut, so I asked my mom who had been in my closet. She answered, "Libby, the police searched your closet today."

I looked at her to see whether she was serious. When I saw that she was, I laughed, knowing that I had nothing incriminating to find. (Except for my marijuana plants, but I guess they didn't see those :) Then she told me the story...

Apparently, my mom was home alone and heard a noise upstairs, so she called the police. In her words, "two young guys with guns" were looking all around my room. I found that a little strange, especially since my clothes were scattered all around. I wasn't exactly expecting company, if you know what I'm sayin'.

Yeah, I know that was a lame story, and I'm sorry you just wasted precious time reading it. I really just wanted an excuse to say "the police searched my closet." And just so it's clear with everyone...I neither smoke nor grow marijuana. Gotta be careful with sarcasm on the internet.

Hmm... What else has happened? I got a 2nd degree sunburn on my hands at the Indians game on Sunday. An antibiotic that I'm taking makes me "photosensitive," which really stinks b/c I never wear sunscreen and now I have to. Po po! (whiny phrase in Greek)

Well... My hands are covered in super glue right now (don't ask) and typing is a little weird, so I'm out like parachute pants. Lata gata.

~Libberoo

Song of the day: "Audience of One" - Big Daddy Weave