My house is at the end of a fairly busy street that dead ends in our front yard and then takes up again a few houses down. I was trying to set up some email stuff for a client tonight around 10:30 when I heard some police sirens. I stood up and looked out my window to see a pair of headlights quickly coming towards my house with the police behind them. Luckily we didn't have the Saturn parked in front of the house tonight because we parked in the driveway after going to the store to get some water for Fluffy (my pet fish) about an hour earlier. That was good because the person who was being chased by the police didn't bother slowing when she tried to turn. For a while tonight there was a late 80's sedan parked in my front yard and there are still tire tracks left. Once she got stuck she realized there was nothing left to do and gave up. The police arrested her, got the car out of my front yard, and left. Just kind of freaky and scared the crap out of me because the entire time we've lived here having a car hit our house has always been a big fear of mine.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I have to go change my underwear.