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On days like these I am even more happy than usual to have a blog about the seemingly ordinary happenings of life. Especially when those happenings are filled with intrigue and mischief, laughter and randomness.

This morning I picked up my cell where it was charging and saw that I had received a picture by text. It was a picture of my house with a police car in front. It looked like an older picture from Google Maps or something.

The police car is not as odd as you may think. My neighbor is an officer of the law. I did not recognize the number from whom the text came and there were no words in the message. It did not come from someone in my phone's address book.

Creepy.

I looked up the area code and saw it was a general area where family members use to live about 10 years ago. Looked up their number, just in case. Nope. Wasn't the number I had for them.

Creepier and creepier.

I showed it to my daughter, called MOMD and then called the oldest hooligan. He said he has received texts obviously sent to him in error. If they keep texting him, he said he just starts sending them random pictures or texts back and then they stop.

He suggested I just send a random picture to see what happens. You just have to know I have random pictures on my phone, for just this type of occasion.

Well, actually this was a pic I sent to MOMD a while back showing him I bought him the wrong flavor of almond milk. (See what I mean? Random.)

A few minutes later I get the following response:

What?

That's it? I had hoped for more. So I sent another picture.

A few weeks back I asked youngest hooligan to pick up a replacement light bulb and wanted to make sure she got the right one. Why not snap a picture? (And THIS is why I need a smart phone, people).

This time I get: ????

I am keeping oldest hooligan in the loop of pictures I'm sending with a little dialogue so we have this little text conversation...mine is in blue.

It is at this point he calls me and says, "Mom, you can't ask me questions when I am asking you questions." I quickly straightened him out that the ???? was what I received from mystery texter. Yet another good laugh.

Of course I had to respond to ???? so I sent:

A fairly good Hearts hand except for the dumb 2, 3 and 5 of hearts, of course.

Hours later I receive:

I finally ask who it is and guess what? It is the sister-in-law I originally thought it was. The one who moved years ago. To another state.

I still don't know why I didn't have her number stored. And, boy, am I in trouble because she is going to be visiting us in just a few short weeks. I have the feeling I haven't heard the last of this.

I just hope the police car is in front when they get here so they can find the house.

If you decide to text me a random picture with no warning, please let me know ahead of time so I can replenish my random phone pictures. After all, you've already seen these.

Thank you for reading! I hope this has given you a chuckle...

If you think it is scary to know me, you can only imagine how scary it is to BE me.

- Cindi Labadie

Cindi Labadie, mom to five and wife to one, blogs at "Seemingly Ordinary."