I was minding my own business...

...sound asleep in my bed. I don't know what woke me up, but I climbed out of bed and brushed my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth, I overheard my son speaking to someone. He stopped by to check on me this morning and since I was sleeping, he decided to hang out here. He was giving out quite a bit of information so I walked into the living room. He was at the door, talking to some unknown person. I heard him say that, "...my mother lost her driver's license..."

I started getting annoyed that he was giving out so much information. I stood a few feet to his side, trying to get his attention so that he could see the evil eye that I was shooting his way. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a police radio. The cops were at my door...AGAIN.

It seems as though there was a rookie cop training and the veteran cop was teaching him something about running license checks.

At this part of the story you should know that the vehicle that I had been driving belongs to my aunt who went missing close to two years ago this spring. My father, who is in charge of my aunt's financial matters, allowed me to use her car. He received permission from the court to do so. Anyway, she is presumed dead and her son is a suspect in her disappearance. He's in prison for some unrelated charge, they could never pin the murder wrap on him because it seems that if you have a really, really good hiding place, you can get away with murder.

Anyway, while the cops were running the license plate, the information came back that, although it was registered to my address, it was still owned by a woman who has been reported missing. They wanted to know what we had done with her.

Of course, it takes more than one squad car to handle a potential "missing person recovery" so my neighbors had quite an interesting show this morning.

I offerred to call my father for them and naturally, he wasn't home. So, I tried to explain it to his wife who has alzheimer's disease and I left her the phone number that they gave me which was about 6 digits too long for her to write down easily. Then, she wanted to chat with me...I was standing on my front porch in my pajamas, surrounded by cops, and they didn't really have the time nor the inclination to wait as I explained the story over and over again.

As I left the message for my father, I tried to emphasize that I wasn't in any trouble, the cops just wanted to speak to him. The way I said that must have sounded a tad fishy, so the cops decided to run my name at that point. You'll be happy to know that there are not any wants or warrants out on me today...I certainly was pleased to hear that.

As I was speaking to the cops, I asked my dog why he didn't bark at them and the cops all said, "Oh, he did." I guess that's what had woken me up in the first place. My son was at the computer when they knocked on the door. The front door was open but the screen door was shut and when my son came to the door, the cops were holding the screen door closed so that the huge animal that was barking at them didn't come through the door.

Good doggie.

We offerred to let them search the house but I guess they believed us...after a few communications back and forth to the dispatcher and the police in my aunt's county (Murray County, Georgia) they finally decided that we probably didn't have her hidden in my attic. I guess they'll wait to hear from my father who has all the proper paper work that would prove that we are not murderers...at least I hope he does.

I told the cops that I had been pulled over for speeding quite a few times and that I was actually surprised that this hadn't come up earlier. I never expected them to be checking out the license as the car sat quietly in the driveway.

So, that's my day so far...it can only get less interesting from here. But, you never know, maybe they'll be back later.

OK, now I'm going to drink some coffee and contemplate the day's events. I'll be back later.

See ya,

Meg