My crazy friend

This post is about my friend Kelly and her crazy antics. She drug me along for an expose on the mannequins in stores. Some are more realistic than others. Some are freakish. Some are, well, obnoxious. (warning, hiney view).



But she scared the daylights out of me when the risk level didn't rise to her expectation and no sales associates or security officers were chasing us down for the unthinkable crime of photographing mannequins. Our husbands were glued to the boob tube watching the Denver Broncos finally play a game as if the offense and defense showed up. (Too bad I missed that!) They both thought we might get arrested. Our children were chuckling in delight at the prospect of having to pick us up from some holding cell. Pshaw! I had been thinking of an excuse just in case we were caught or asked to stop. I thought we should tell them we were doing a digital wish list for our husbands for Christmas. Kelly thinks I'm a dangerous, good liar.



Back to Kelly -- she had the idea to drop by the local police station and request that they take our mug shots. She wanted us to say it was for charity. Yea right, the charity of two middle-aged mommas trolling for some fun that wasn't too outlandish. Can you believe that?



Someone wondered if Homeland Security wouldn't be soon knocking on our doors. I wondered what the crime would be -- indecent exposure? Surely that doesn't rise to the level of threatening our security at home, or does it?