THIS is how rumors get started!

Let me just begin by saying... I must be the MOST paranoid person in the entire universe. And curious. Although, I'm pretty certain some would call it nosey.

Last night, my husband told me he had to stay after church for worship practice and he would catch a ride home with the Pastorman. That news brought mixed emotions, because on one hand, I was happy to go home, as I was tired from a long, long day... but on the other hand, I would have to drive using my LEFT foot, and after having been on both of my feet all day long, and having to drive with my left foot all cockeyed, both my "kankles" were killing me. I did not feel like driving home and putting Hunter to bed alone. But I did anyway.

We got home around 8:45-ish, and by the time our night-time routine was done, Hunter was getting into bed at 9:30. My husband still wasn't home, which isn't at all unusual, but I was so tired and didn't feel like waiting up. So off went all the lights. I couldn't remember if he had his extra set of keys with him, so I left the front door unlocked. I was just about to crawl into bed when I heard what sounded like a big truck. Then I heard a sound like a metal rolling door being opened.

So I peeked out the window, and saw a big rental moving truck in our neighbor's driveway.

How odd. A moving truck -- at 9:30 pm. In my neighbor's driveway -- who is from South America. Bolivia, I think. And the people I saw on the driveway did not look Latin, except for one.

Warning bells started ringing in my brain. My imagination kicked into high gear. Someone must be robbing my neighbor. I was just getting ready to hobble over to get the phone and call the cops, when instead of LOADING the truck, someone climbed in and began UNLOADING the truck. How odd. They were tossing out small bundles to someone.

And I started thinking. Are they really from Bolivia? Or was it Colombia? Neighbors from Bolivia or Colombia -- South AMERICA?!? It MUST be drugs. It LOOKS like bundles of marijuana! And I’m home alone with my three year old -- with the front door unlocked -- and I am incapable of tearing myself away from the window because the curiosity?? Oh, it is KILLING me. I MUST LOOK. But, should I call the cops?

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, the person jumped out of the back of the truck, closed the roll-door, and the moving truck left. I strained to see if I could detect any more movement, but there was none, so I reluctantly released the blinds and laid down in bed -- heart pounding in my chest. My husband came home about 5 minutes later and listened patiently to my recap of events.

And then, my ever so cautious husband informed me NEVER to get involved in something like that. Do NOT call the police if I should happen to see them moving drugs again. If they are moving drugs, they will get caught, and we do NOT want to be the whistle blowers.

Which made a whole lot of sense to me.

And then he told me that the local NEWSPAPER, which was just delivered to the neighborhood newspaper boy ... NEXT DOOR ... the one from South America ... would be delivered on Thursday.

Smarty pants. He could have just said it was the newspaper I saw being delivered. In my head, I was already abandoning our home and moving somewhere safer – for my child's sake.

Don't I feel like an idiot.

Lord forgive me anyhow for thinking our neighbors were the friendly neighborhood trafficking cartel.