Oh White Trash America...

White Trash America is God's little reminder to me, on days like yesterday, that my life could indeed be worse....

Last night, I was talking to my cousin-friend, and we were laughing about our specialness of a day... Hubs bursts into our room and shouts at me to call 911.

This was about 10.

Pause for a sec... little background: We live in a pretty good neighborhood. There is a neighborhood closeish to us that is, well, special... and that's where most of the action is. Our little neighborhood usually stays decently quiet, and calm. Which we are grateful for...

I run outside trying to figure out what is going on, and all I can see is a red Mustang parked all crazy in front of our house and people screaming at each other. This man is trying to pull his girlfriend out of the car, and I am silently trying to convey to Hubs that he needs to keep his weapon holstered (He is a firm believer in concealed carry).

At first I couldn't tell if there was an accident, or what was going on. I see a bike on the ground, and a man next too it limping... Weird right?

So I call 911 and am trying to tell the dispatcher what is going on. Turns out we weren't the only ones calling. Turns out the man was violating a protective order against the girl, and also turns out that he was on some major drugs.

It was fairly crazy to watch them before not 1 but 5 cop cars came over, and rushed to them, to figure out what was going on.

Hubs and I still don't know the full story, and I don't think we ever will, but this was my little, well, BIG reminder, that my life could in fact be worse.