This post brought to you by sleep deprivation and creepy people.

Yesterday, I had to drive to Detroit for my cousin’s wedding.  I have a stupid Iphone GPS which sucks so badly it caused me to get lost 3 times (it is really a relatively straight shot) and added an additional 1.5 hours to my drive home.  I ended up getting home at 3:00 a.m.

I am tired.

In other news, on Friday, it FINALLY HAPPENED!  I finally confronted the Dead Guy’s Girlfriend.  A quick recap, this is the girlfriend of the former owner of our house who died.  She has been stalking our house for over a year, but in the last few weeks, it has been out of control.   I have seen her standing in my yard with another person (presumably) discussing my house and yard, sitting in her car right in front of my house, looking over my hedge from the church parking lot and driving by no less than THREE additional times.  In ONE WEEK!

Thursday, she drove by and waved and I did not smile or wave back. I just frowned.   Then on Friday, I was outside with a contractor getting an estimate on my front steps when she pulled into the driveway.

“Hi!  It is JOAN!  I just wanted to see what work you are having done! I have seen that you have had workers here!” she said.

Of course she saw the workers because she is stalking our house all the freaking time!  And of course she wanted to see it.  She probably wanted me to invite her in so she can look in our drawers and closets again. (Apparently, I didn’t blog about that, but when she came to pick up her dumb scrapbook last winter, she pushed past Mr.A, went upstairs (!) and opened cupboards and doors before he could extract her from the house.)

When she got out of her car, clearly ready to push past me into the house, I didn’t smile.  I just said “Joan, I have to tell you, the way you are stalking our house is really creeping us out.”

She was shocked and said “What do you mean?”

“I have seen you sitting in your car looking at our house each Wednesday.  I have seen you drive slowly, slowly past it every Sunday at 12:15.  I saw you in our yard last week with someone else discussing our house. You are around our house all the time.”

(And let me assure you, these regularly scheduled stalkings are not the majority. I see her white car driving by with her gawking ALL THE TIME…just ask my twitter feed.)

“What? I don’t do that!” she said, “I was just walking by and talking to someone on the sidewalk.”

“No.” I said, “I saw you from the window.  You were in our yard for at least ten minutes.  You don’t seem to have any boundaries when it comes to our house.   It is creepy.  It is making us very uncomfortable.”

At that point, she started backing into her car.  She looked like she was going to cry.  ”I am sorry if I hurt your feelings,” she said.

I stopped myself from correcting her. My feelings aren’t hurt.  I feel like she is possibly crazy definitely creepy.  That doesn’t hurt my feelings.  It annoys me.

Then she just closed her door and drove away.  We will see if she still parks right next to our side gate this week or if she really did get the message.  Either way, she isn’t getting inside again.  She has burned that bridge with the creepy.

Edited to add:  Click the next post.  She dead guy’s girlfriend just can’t let it go.