There was a Jerry Springer moment at the Vescapades house on Saturday. A crazy lady stood on my porch, called me everything that you can put "fucking" in front of while her arms flailed, threatened to "kick my fucking ass", and then sped off with her drunk-driving boyfriend and two kids in the car.
I will spare you all the details, but let's just say the cops came, my neighbors feel horrible that they weren't home and their guest accosted me in my home, and Brody is scared of every single black SUV he sees parked on our street since this incident.
Note to self: crazy drunk people do not like it when you point out that they are acting crazy and drunk.
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