I think I am in the twilight zone now…

After a 12 hour shift at work, I came home tired, sore, and ready to go to bed. After tossing and turning in our bed for an hour I got up and moved to the couch where I thought that I could get to sleep.

Well as soon as I drifted off and got into that semi-paralyzed state my phone rang. I was to out of it to get it before it went to voice mail, but waited until they were done leaving the message and called it to see what it was:

“This is ADT calling for Kayston Kustler. We had the motion sensor activated in the office of your restaraunt. The police have been notified. If you need to contact us…”

CRAP!

So I call Michelle (my GM) while I am putting on some real clothes to see if she knew anything (she closed last night). She said only that there was a beeping in the office for half an hour or so before she left.

I got in the car after ushering the cats in from the garage and headed over. Very eerie out this time of morning. Dean silent with a smoggy fog.

I get there to find 2 cop cars parked out back doing their chatting thing where one is pointing one direction and the other the opposite so they can talk/gossip. I get out and introduce myself. They said they walked the premise and could not find anything wrong. Right after we were about to go do a walk through, the AGM Bo pulled up lol!

All 3 of us walked through and could find nothing. I called Michelle and let her know it was all good and we headed home.

Right after I pulled out of my garage to go to BWW, I saw one of the resident male cats that looked really thin, so it was no surprise to me that he was wailing outside our porch to get some grub. I grabbed the bag and walked over to the door and entered the twilight zone.

There are many things one sees on TV and it does not seem strange at all, like an anorexic guy in his late 60s with a white beard wearing a jean mini-skirt and nylon stockings with heels. Ya know, stuff you see in New York. But that stuff isn’t supposed to be here in Anytown, America, Right?

Well I turn on the porch light only to meet eyes with an anorexic guy in his late 60s with a white beard wearing a mini-skirt and nylon stocking with heels who is walking down the sidewalk to the pool.

So I am either in the Twilight Zone or in Austin…

Hmm wonder what dreams I will have tonight?

Maybe that guy setting off the alarm at BWW every 30 min and I get stuck in an infinite loop of almost getting to sleep followed by a call and a trip to BWW where the cops are all wearing big red hats of the sorts the red hat club wear (saw a special on them the other day) and they can’t ever find the guy cuz he was skinny enough to wiggle into the 3 inch safe deposit door.

I’ll let you know how it goes in the morning.

Oh, by the way, Dean and I bought a house. It will be built and ready in 9 months; the closest thing we might have to being pregnant =)