By Wyatt Earp | August 10, 2009
While I realize that construction may be a thing of wonderment to many of you slack-jawed yokels, I can assure you we are not splitting the atom at Casa de Earp. The brilliant guys at J. Rush Construction are raising our roof, adding a master bedroom, a regular bedroom, and a master bath. The work is going very smoothly thus far, but it is still an unfinished piece of art.
So, imagine our annoyance when we get people driving down our street to gawk at our still unfinished house. Driving by slowly to see the progress is fine, especially during the day. But when a white minivan full of jackoffs drives down the street and stops in front of our house – in the middle of the lane, by the way – to stare at our home for 15 minutes . . . in the dark . . . it is not only rude, but ignorant.
Look, I realize that I am a highly-trained blog professional, and that my fans come from near and far to see where all the magic happens. I can accept that. But when people stop in front of my house during the night with the engine running for no apparent reason, I get anxious. Especially when the family is home.
And when Wyatt gets anxious, Wyatt wakes up Mr. Glock 17.
Oh, and don’t let my happy-go-lucky demeanor fool you. I can split hairs with this thing. I’m just sayin’.