Ugh.

So not the way to wake up. At 7:30 this morning someone knocked on the door. My son answered it and it was a hispanic male in shorts and a short-sleeved tee. Habla no englis, I speak no spanish. Alcohol on his breath. I tell him I can't help him (which means I close the door on him). We have tents up in the front yard to get ready for camping next weekend (wide open, won't provide any protection from the 42 degree weather outside). So he crawls through the vent flap looking for protection. (Door was wide open, he didn't look.) I end up calling the police on him for his own good (it's too cold to be in shorts and a tee and drunk, especially in my front yard.)