It's Saturday morning

And you know what that means. Well, among other things, it's the day for our policeman's visit, of course.

When he finally rings the bell, we are way past ready for him to show up.

He quickly proceeds right into the kitchen and sits down at the table with paperwork in hand.

He asks Jim if he knows why he is here. Jim says yes, but thankfully doesn't elaborate by telling him right off the bat we have no family photos. I went ahead and wore my warm-up so there would be no surprises when it came to the clothing section.

He clarifies by telling Jim he's here to verify we are indeed living here together. Translated to mean - I am here to verify there is really a "Jim" living here. He asks Jim to sign the form next to my signature from his last visit.

So far this "signing" has not come back to bite me.

He then got up to leave. That's it?! No looking through our closets? No going to the mantel in search of the elusive family photos? No probing about why the neighbor with the cat doesn't know us? Nothing?

Nope. He's off to protect and serve.