SWAT 'Em

Well, who would have thought? My grandfather was right all along- Everyone is on Drugs. Growing up, it didn't matter what the crime was- from robbing a bank to running a traffic light- his answer was always the same, "Those kids are on the Dope." And now, I believe him.

Which leads us to last night.

Picture it. We are at home enjoying a quiet evening while cooking my famous Poppy Seed Chicken and Rotel Potatoes and thinking how everything is right with the world. The weather is beautiful, we have Jason Mraz playing softly in the background, and plans of a nice movie later in the evening.

Now enter Nashville Metro S.W.A.T.

Like, outside our house.... In black masks.... With a bull horn..... Running to our neighbors door..... With a battering Ram.

All of the sudden we look out our window and see 3 cop cars, 4 un-marked undercover cars surrounding our neighbors' house yelling, "This is Metro City S.W.A.T., you are surrounded!" AND THEN THEY START BREAKING DOWN THE DOOR!!

Well, like any normal person I run outside, literally barefoot and pregnant, to get in on the action. Nothing this exciting has happened since the infamous Peeper of 2007. So there we are, me and all of my neighbors standing around like it's the county fair- sans funnel cakes and fried twinkies- while they lead our neighbors out in handcuffs. Their crime? Drug dealing. In the 'Burbs!

Score one for Papaw.