Something really creepy is going on right now.

I've said before how I sort of live 'out in the country'. I'm 30 minutes outside of Columbus in a subdivision of 35 houses and I can see cows out my kitchen window.

Three of our neighbors just called to tell us that there was a car accident on the main road outside our neighborhood. When the sheriff arrived the person in the car took off running and when they looked inside the car they found an arsenal of guns. There are several sheriff's cars driving through the neighborhood at a very slow rate of speed and their flashlight beams are investigating every shadow. It's like a tv show, only I'm in it.

I'm thankful Dave is home. But you want to know what's really interesting? Guess were we spent 3 hours this afternoon? Come on now, play along and guess! No, no. You're not even close. We were at two different shooting ranges practicing shooting our guns.

Mine is freshly oiled, locked & loaded, and very nearby. Several of my neighbors are avid shooters, too. Mr. Creepy Criminal doesn't know he picked the wrong neighborhood to hide in. I sure hope they find him soon.