The security cameras are on the way – thank you, Amazon.
This weekend I’ll be climbing up the ladder, drilling holes, running wires, installing video cameras and looking manly in my tool belt. Female neighbors will bring me lemonade and cookies and marvel at my handy-manliness.
Or, not. Probably not.
Perhaps they will if I wear my Stars & Stripes lounge pants.
It will take all of my willpower not to point each of the day/night cameras at my new neighbor’s house. Oh, how I miss the cold war – damn you, Reagan.
Then, sometime this weekend I’ll be able to kick back with a cold one and spy the intruders coming up the walkway, at which point I’ll signal my daughter to pour vats of hot oil on them.
Is that an appropriate job for a young girl?
Ah, what the hell. Kids these days have it too easy. My daughter should know how to take down a bird with a slingshot and skin a pig at this age, not shoot pigs with birds.
After my security system goes in, a contractor will be over to tell me how much I’m going to pay for a wall so thick a helicopter can’t get over it, which I didn’t know was possible until you-know-who took a bullet to the face.
Unfortunately, I don’t live in Pakistan where building codes are lax, not to mention my neighbors might object to a wall of that size. Instead, I will have to build something decorative and nice looking.
Still, there will be a place to pike the heads as a warning to other criminals. Ah, London in the old days. Could they think up the best ways to torture people or what?
Then, when I’ve completed these two security upgrades, I’m going to sell the house and move to a cave with a gate. And there I’ll protect my family and live on bats and McGriddles.
That’s my story and I’m not sticking to it.
Just put the camera steam live on this blog PLEASE!
No camera view for you. I’m sure you would hack into it and do something bad with it.
Warped minds think alike as my first thought when reading this post was the same as Matt’s!
We want to see you chill-axing (cheques in the post) in your stars & stripes lounge pants while eating your McGriddles!
Has anyone told you that you’re just plain warped? You are.