Kevin and I were busily shuffling things down from the apartment to the Jeep in our efforts to get the moving process started when we noticed an unusual delivery across the way. Some one had ordered SEVEN CASES of baby formula via UPS and we watched the UPS guy cart it into the next building. We couldn’t for the life of us understand why anyone would need seven CASES of the stuff until later that evening when we were sharing our weird experience with our sister in law. I guess this has been a thing for a while, but apparently baby formula is now the go to product to make and sell meth. AWESOME. There is more than likely (only because I KNOW nobody has ten kids in that building) a meth lab somewhere on the apartment grounds. We’re actually really suspicious of one of our neighbors because of the toxic smells escaping from their appartment. Kevin thought it was just paint, new carpet, and bleach from some one moving out… except that no one has moved out. Except us, but y’know. We still have a lot of our stuff there and we spend about half the time there as at the house.
On the one hand it makes me feel a little better about feeling ultra creeped out and having the feeling that some one it watching me while I’m at the house, because in all reality some one from the Drug Task Force probably IS watching me since I’m constantly going back and forth from the house to the shady apartment complexes and I have a six month old. She’s not on formula but if I was part of some meth ring she would be excellent cover. And you know the fact that I had a privacy fence built and have beware of dog signs plastered all over the house. I guess I do unintentionally look suspicious.
At any rate… we’re finishing the flooring and moving completely into the house asap. The third bedroom still isn’t QUITE done but at this point I don’t care. I don’t need Nora around any drug making activities. I really don’t want her around any drug USING activities either, but these days just walking out of the house in Nowheresville you run into users.
OH speaking of running into people, I found out the most ironic twist of fate happened to the woman who accosted me for my muffin top a few weeks ago. I guess my sister in law went to high school with her and she lives down the street from Kevin’s dad so it was pretty big news. Apparently she had a baby yesterday, and had no idea she was pregnant until giving birth at her friends house in the bathroom. Yeah. Now to be honest when I saw her she had the pregnant waddle going on which is part of the reason I didn’t snap back with a witty retort… well that and my better judgment on how to treat people, but y’know. I thought to myself: “oh well she’s a bigger gal, but she really looks pregnant too” I only saw her for a brief moment in the parking lot and I knew she was pregnant, but she swears she had no idea and neither did her family nor friends. Maybe it was one of those you have to be outside of the situation things to notice it? I don’t know, but it did make me feel worlds better about my “muffin top”. Lol
Anyway… Nora is fussing so I better go see what she needs. Until later Bloggies. 🙂