Quickie Post: Creepertons Make a Move

I've written a lot about the Creepertons. Part of that is because they are, in fact, incredibly creepy and another part is that Boyfriend and I want this whole thing to be documented should you start to notice that we're not hanging out anymore or won't answer our phones, etc.

The excessive garbage disposal use continues.

The constant running of the air conditioner continues, despite relatively cool temperatures in the 50s and low 60s at night time and highs only in the 70s during the day.

There are some new things we've noticed:
1. Mr. Creeperton has developed a recent affinity for wearing large puffy winter coats on these 70 degree days. Bright sunny skies, temperature a moderate and quite comfortable 70 degrees and Mr. Creeperton driving off with a black puffy winter coat (and sometimes shoeless, which I cannot even begin to wrap my head around). We don't understand this, especially considering that they apparently feel temperatures over 55 degrees is warm enough to necessitate the A/C running so you'd think they'd be melting when temperatures reached the 70s.

2. Bitch Creeperton took out the trash last weekend. That would sound benign enough except that she took out naught but one bag. One HUGE black trash bag. It was as large as she was and she was having quite a lot of difficulty navigating it to her vehicle. Whatever was in there was large and heavy. She had to drag it. When she went to put it in her vehicle (not a car, but not an SUV...I believe they're called "crossover" or something), it wouldn't fit through the door. So she beat it.

Repeatedly.

Bitch just started beating the crap out of this huge, heavy black trash bag to get it to fit in the vehicle. Then she drove away...

But away from our garbage Dumpster. We don't know where she dumped...whatever's in that bag, but we know it wasn't in our Dumpster at the complex.

If anything happens to us and our cats are spared (unlikely), I'd like Freaky and Velvet to go to my Mom. Just wanted to have that in writing. They eat special expensive food Mom, I'm sorry.