If anybody knows me very well, or you have had a chance to listen to my wife rant, I am not a "door locker". I have a habit of leaving things open. I guess I have a false sense of security, tucked way back here at the end of the culdesac where not even people we want to come see us can find us. Or it is just a really stupid way of being defiant against all that is wrong with the world, but regardless, tonight around midnight I made a concerted effort to lock every thing up tight. As I was walking down the hallway to go to bed, Buff woke up and we started talking for a bit, she wanted to go on a walk.

Then, Elizabeth and I heard a rustle and a weak attempt to open the front door. I thought "the gates are closed and the dog is in his crate, who is at the front door? Again a louder knock, a few requests of

"c'mon let me in!" "Open the door!"

I walked up to the door and asked who it was...

"It's Michelle! you (insert very bad word here)!" was the reply, "Open the door, c'mon let me in!"

Again, I asked who it was.

"Michelle... ( mumble mumble)" (a few more expletives) and more trying to get the door open.

I look through peep hole, and I can see the back of a blond haired woman standing there shivering and obviously teetering like she has had a few to many.

Buff Asked a few times "is it Michelle Edwardson?" "what about Michell so and so"... (Buff of course could probably spout out many more "Michelles" that might possibly come and pay her a visit, but I don't know any that would show up at midnight, try to come walking right in and be drunk off their butt to boot.)

I called the police and told them that there was a drunk lady at our front door trying to get in our house.. they will be there in a minute the operator said...

...and of course they got lost coming to our house... they had to call to confirm they had the right address...But they did get there quickly. Go figure, a lady drunk as a skunk, can find our front door but the police can't...

Well the police show up and the girl decides to puke in my flower bed... I looked at her through the big picture windows, and man she looked like she had had a rough night...

Turns out she was at a party a few streets over, and decided to go for a walk, thought she had walked home ( which the police said was in the temperance/Dakota area) and was not happy that her parents would not let her in...

Of course the dog does not bark at the weird drunk lady stumbling around the house, but does bark at the Police officer.

After they have left, I go out into the front yard and clean up the puke. Man, tequila, Rum, fruit juice, some other fruity drinks... The smell was over powering...

So now the Minnicks have there own story of strange ladies knocking at the front door, just like the Wards! although this lady was not trying to save us....