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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Tuesday, July 22, 2003 ::

    So...my braces came off yesterday. Finally!

    What else...got my retainer. One of those clear ones. Only problem is I can't get it out of my mouth very well.

    Oh, yeah: My meeting with the police.

    Okay, my brother "dogsits" for a neighbor of ours since she works at a hospital and he works...somewhere. Every weekday at 12 he goes to their house to feed, play and have fun with their black lab and yellow lab. He's at camp this week, so I said I would do it for him.

    Well, he leaves me instructions about how to disarm the alarm they have. Sadly, my brother cannot give good directions if his life depended on it. So I try to open the front door with my key, and it doesn't work. So I go in through the garage door and open the door. The alarm starts to beep, and my brother didn't tell me WHERE the alarm is so I can disarm it. His directions read "Go into house disarm alarm." I swear to god. Not which door to go in, not where the alarm was. Just to go in and disarm the alarm. So I close the door and, conveniantly, the alarm goes off. However, it was so quiet none of the surrounding neighbors could have heard it. So I run home, and get my mom to get off the phone so I can call the homeowner and ask what to do. Of course, she doesn't answer her cell phone. So I call my brother's friend, who moved and gave the job to my brother. She gives me detailed directions on what to do. I call the house, and the phone is busy, meaning she has one of those alarms that call the police if the alarm goes off. So I go back down to the house, knowing WHERE the alarm is and what to do so I can play with the dogs and await the police.

    Fortunately, when the police came, I explained everything and he said he would give my brother a "severe toungelashing" when he got back. Yes, he said it in a joking manner.

    Doesn't mean I won't give my brother a severe toungelashing...

    Going to visit Donna after my mom and I pick up my brother from camp this friday. She could use the help.

    Current Mood: Blahdy blah blah
    Current Music: The Byrds - So You Want To Be A Rock And Roll Star...

    :: Nick Tuesday, July 22, 2003 [+] ::
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