and then the cop showed up....

So, remember my fun summer? Maybe I should be a bit more specific.

Remember the fun time I had when my daughter was brought home stinking drunk?

Fun, fun times!

Well, the saga continues....

The wildchild is a typical teen. She is on the phone 24/7, she listens to crazy music, she wears lots of mascara. She also does what every female teenager does. She borrows clothes from her friends.

So, if we rewind to last year, we would note that the wildchild borrowed a shirt from a friend of hers. This would be the same girl that she got drunk with.

When she came home drunk, it was pretty much a given that she wouldn't be spending any more time with this particular friend. Needless to say, my daughter still had the shirt.

As time went on, my daughter started talking to this girl again. She never went and hung out with her, but apparently they were text messaging each other.

I told my daughter to stay away from this girl. I mean really.....do I need to explain why?

But my little wildchild doesn't always listen. (I KNOW, you're shocked, aren't you?)

So, Sunday night, we are home, watching a movie, just getting the little man to bed. The wildchild had been home for about an hour. The phone rings.

In our house, we don't like to get calls from the wildchilds friends after 9:00. She has a cell phone and there is no need for anyone to call for her on our phone. Plus, we are putting the little man to bed and the ringing phone can be a distraction.

Anyway, phone rings, it's about 9:30. Bossman answers. It's the girl that the wildchild got drunk with. We'll call her S.

She tells Bossman that the wildchild has her shirt and she will get in trouble if she doesn't get it back immediately. The wildchild was out in the front yard talking to a friend. So Bossman told S that he would have the wildchild call her back in the morning. S tells Bossman that the wildchild is ignoring her calls and she really needs her shirt back.

Ok, let me stop and remind you all that my daughter has had the shirt in question for over 9 months.

Back to the story. 10 minutes after the first call from S, we get another call. This time, S tells us her name is Stephanie. We know it's not, we KNOW it's S. (Why do teens think we are stupid? Really...do I have stupid written across my forehead???)

So "stephanie" says, Oh I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number, I thought this was the wildchilds cellphone number. This, after Bossman said the wildchild could not come to the phone.

Now, we hear a truck out front of our house. Reminder, it is almost 10:00. The wildchild looks out the window and says that is S's boyfriends truck. Bossman puts on his raincoat, for it is raining, and goes outside. He sees two people in the truck and he sees them pick up a cellphone and make a call. Guess who's phone rang?

So, I pick up the phone and the guys wants to know if he can talk to the wildchild. I ask who it is, he gives me a name. I repeat the name and the wildchild shrugs her shoulders saying, I don't know who that is. Well, it's the guy in the truck. I ask him what he wants, he says he just wants to talk to my daughter. I guess he sees my husband, for he hangs up on me and they drive away.

Bossman isn't very happy. So he calls the girls cell phone and leaves a message, saying that he would come by and drop off the shirt. Meanwhile, the wildchild is saying, I can't believe this is over a stupid shirt. I keep asking the wildchild, what the heck is going on...

Her story is, S called earlier in the evening, wanting to hang out. The wildchild texted one of her other friends saying, guess who just texted me...kind of thing. The the wildchild texted this same friend with, haha, I'm wearing her shirt.

But guess what, the girl she texted it to was with some boys, who took her phone and were looking at her texts when that text came in. One of them is friends with S, so he called and told her that the wildchild was wearing her shirt. THAT, is how this whole thing began.

Now, the wildchild doesn't understand about texting. Whether I'm texting, or even writing on my blog, you can't tell what kind of tone of voice I'm using. You can't see facial expression. So...sometimes, it's hard to know exactly what the other person means. You can take things the wrong way.

See, when the wildchild texted, haha I'm wearing her shirt. She meant it in an ironic sort of, haha isn't it ironic that she texted me and I happen to be wearing her shirt, kind of way. But the boys didn't know that, so they thought she was bragging about wearing S's shirt.

Anyway, S got Bossmans message and called my house...again. Bossman and the wildchild were walking out the door.

Bossman gets to her house and wants to talk to her parents. Well, the father is sleeping and the mother is out. So Bossman gives the girl her shirt and says, don't call my daughter again. If my daughter contacts you, she will be in big trouble. The girl says, I don't know why your upset with me. Bossman says, the last time I saw you, you brought my daughter home drunk, therefore I see NO reason why you two need to communicate with each other anymore.

Then, Bossman came home. We thought that was the end of it. Boy, were we wrong.

The next evening, around 8, the phone rings. I answer and this guy says he wants to talk to my husband. I give the phone to Bossman. It's S's dad. He says he wants to talk to Bossman. Bossman say, ok, what do you have to say. He says he's coming over to our house. Bossman says, no, I don't think I have anything to say. The guys says he's coming over anyway and hangs up the phone.

Now, we don't want any trouble. But the guy sounded pissed and Bossman wasn't sure what was going to happen next. So he called the sheriff and asked that someone come over to keep the peace.

So, they show up at our door. First, it's just the crazy mother. She starts up with the whole getting drunk incident. She tells Bossman that our daughter is too old for us to be picking her friends. She then says she would like to know what happened the night they got drunk, but then she tells my daughter...YOU BETTER NOT say that S was drinking!!! (don't know if you remember, but S drove our car home that night while the mother drove the wildchild home.)

My daughter says that yes, in fact, your daughter was drinking with the rest of us. The mother is outraged that my daughter would say such a lie.

Lets take a short poll here: How many people would believe that their child did NOT drink when her friend that she's been with the whole evening is sick drunk?

Just checking...

Anyway, the crazy father shows up at the door and starts telling Bossman that he better stay away from his daughter and that we should pay for his carpet cleaning from when the wildchild vomited on his carpet.

Bossman says, I don't think you would have liked it very much if your daughter spent the night at my house and I brought her home drunk. The crazy mother...bless her soul...says, My daughter would NEVER spend the night here. (Uh, that wasn't the point dip-shit!)

The cops finally showed up. He doesn't know what's going on, but basically the conversation goes back to the shirt (the stupid, old..shirt) The cop says, where is the shirt now? S has it. Cop says, why are we here?

Lady tells the cop my daughter stole the shirt. (I KNEW stealing coffee from MIL would come back to haunt me.)

My daughter tells the cop, no, S let me borrow it, LAST YEAR!

Cop asks crazy people (oh, did I mention, they DIDN'T bring their child with them to my house?) how old their daughter was. When they say she's 18, the cop says...

She's on her own. This is no business of yours anymore. She's 18.

So, at the end of the whole thing, they are leaving our door (finally) and the crazy father (did I mention he's about 5'8 and Bossman is about 6'4?) winks at Bossman and says, I'll be back. Like he's gonna fight Bossman or something.

Bossman asks the cop...did you just see that? The cop says to the crazy man, you're not coming back here...right? Bossman asks the cop if he can file a report and cop says if he comes back then file a report. Cop tells crazy man, don't come back or we will file a report against you.

The end.

Wasn't that a fun story?

Lets count all the people in this story that need a good spanking.

1. Wildchild needs one. That's a given, she needs to be spanked for even contacting that girl again.

2. S. That child has needed a spanking for a long time. Her parents think she is perfect and refuse to believe that their child did anything wrong. Aren't they lucky that I didn't mention that last year, this girl asked my daughter to go to the drug store with her to get a pregnancy test, but don't tell my parents.

3. Crazy mother. see number 2.

4. Crazy father. see number 2 and 3.

5. ME! (HEY, if they get a spanking, I should get one too, right?)

Ah, it's so much fun raising a teenage girl. I highly recommend it to everyone!