well, i was having a pity party last night (my birthday), and i decided i wanted to go sit at the cemetery with my baby girl, but the gates were already locked. so, me being the "rebel" that i am (hahahaha), squeezed between the brick wall and the gate (if you've ever seen me, you'll know that was no small task seeing that my boobs are, well, huge) and sat with my pootie. i had only been there about 10 minutes when a cop showed up. so i went to the gate, and he said that he had gotten a call that there was a car sitting at the cemetery and it looked suspicious, which made me laugh. he asked what i was doing there. i said "i just wanted to come sit with my daughter". he was obviously a little confused and asked, "ok...is your daughter out there?" i was thinking, duh, why else would i have come out here to sit with her, but i didn't say anything b/c he seemed really nice and wasn't being rude at all. so he asked where she was and what her name was and what my name was, and he said "well, they lock these gates for a reason...i'm not really sure what that reason is b/c i don't see a problem with you sitting out here if that makes you feel better, but those are the rules, so i can't let you sit out here." about that time i started crying, which i'm sure made him feel like doo-doo, and i said "i'm sorry. i just had a really bad birthday, and i just wanted to come sit with my daughter." he said he understood, and he wished he could let me sit out there, but he just couldn't. so i said, still crying, "ok, well i squeezed in, i'll squeeze back out." he wished me a good evening and told me thank you and he was sorry, and that was that. thinking about it today, it makes me laugh that i actually busted into a locked cemetery...i think i've finally flipped my lid. what makes it even funnier is that it's gonna be in the newspaper tomorrow since the cops were responding to a call...i'm gonna frame it, i think. anyway, that's my big story for the day.