This afternoon I had my first run-in with the Detroit Police Department. While I was getting ready to Swiffer the stairs and entryway two cops walked up to the door. I opened the door and asked how I could help them. The dude cop said someone called in a disturbance at this address. This address? Yes, this address. I told them I had no idea what they were talking about because I had just been cleaning. The chick cop (not Amanda) said it could have been a while ago. I asked if they knew what time someone called and they didn't. Maybe someone doesn't know the addresses on this street very well. Or maybe they didn't like it when I mowed the lawn. That's the loudest thing we did today. I did yell when we were trying to install the air conditioner and I set it down on my pinky finger. But I don't think I even yelled that loudly. Anyway, I must have had a very convincing confused look on my face because the dude cop just asked me my name and how old I was and they went on their way.

I'm wearing my Dirty Pickle Club t-shirt. I hope they liked it.

If someone in this neighborhood is trying to mess with us, I am going to be very unhappy.

Some loud ass kids just wrote their bikes down the street. I have to go call the cops now.