Thursday, April 2, 2009

My morning . . .

. . . began with a wonderful fondant lesson from Amy. Lucky me. I was amazed at how easy it really is to work with and after grilling her about "assembling," I am now prepared to put Reagan's birthday cake together this weekend. Sadly, Amy and Jim are escaping for a weekend away and I am left to do it myself. Despite a little fear of failure I am in a small way excited to experiment and put it together -- so everyone pray that it all goes well and my cake can turn out half as amazing as any of Amy's creations. By the looks of these (not done yet) flowers, I'd say we're off to a good start.
Thanks Amy.

Amidst the fondant lesson, picking up preschoolers and picking up kindergartners, my neighbor Megan comes over and informs me that an undercover cop has just gone into the house across the street. So, you know, we're just housewives with nothing better to do than watch our neighbor get arrested while taking pictures through the blinds for our blog. Pathetic, but fun. I am convinced this proves my curse to be true.
The undercover cop truck.
(the pictures are fuzzy because the screen in my window, darn it!)
Don't ask me why they have to go get the "suspect" a jacket when it's nice and warm here.
One of the three back-up coppers that came to assist in a non-violent arrest.
I guess you have to be prepared, right?
After the arrest, the guy sat in the cop car for over an hour while the cops did this -- sat around and talked. I hope it was necessary because all I kept thinking was about how our tax money is paying them to take an hour and a half to arrest my neighbor. Really, is that amount of time necessary? I think not.

We're not sure why he was arrested but Megan overheard the cop ask if they could talk about "his property." However, for a long time, Nate and I (and others) have been convinced he's dealing drugs due to the frequently strong marijuana smell and the fact that people are always driving up and leaving quickly in clandestine fashion.

What a lovely Thursday morning - cake making with a little spice.


Amy said...

You will do an amazing job. I can't wait to see it! As for your neighbor, there's zero doubt in my mind why the guy was arrested. Your street is a drugfest!

Megan said...

Wow, intersting....I can't believe you've snapped photos of the incident, although it's totally something I would have done.

Tiffany said...

I love your flowers! I hope the cake turned out well--I'm sure it did. (I wish I lived just a few miles closer so I could get a fondant tutorial!)

And a little spying excitement on the side...never a dull moment!