I am pretty much famous

So I have this new neighbor. Let's call her Toni Diver. She is sort of a local celeb. It is hard to recognize her cuz she wears sunglasses a lot. Anyway, Toni has a little girl that Ella likes to play with. Toni herself has never been to my house, and I have never really had a conversation with her. I guess I am just intimidated. Cuz you all know I get that way, I'm shy, I can only talk to every other stranger I know. So, the other day, Toni's little girl was playing at my house. A while later the doorbell rang, it was Toni, at my house!! She was standing at the door with her little boy. She said, "----- saw your trampoline and wants to jump on it for awhile." This was not a question, more of a statement, letting me know her son would be jumping on my tramp for awhile. I said that was fine, but I was about to teach a lesson and wouldn't be able to watch him. She didn't seem to mind that at all. Then she says, "I'm just going to acclimate him to your house." And she picks him up, walks in and heads upstairs. Now I don't know about the rest of you gize, but my upstairs can get pretty atrocious. And I myself would never venture into the living quarters of someone else's house with out being invited, or unless I was chasing my toddler around. I am also the type of person who cleans their house just enough to have it look clean from the front door. Having anyone actually enter the house is a whole different deal. I would also like to add that I had been gone all morning leaving Bailey and Calvin to babysit my kids and my friends kids. Back to Toni, who is now roaming around my upstairs with her son. Dwight is home for lunch and we are both just standing at the bottom of the stairs giving each other freaked out looks. We were saying "what the aych" with our eyes, and maybe mouthing it too. So she finally decides to come downstairs, and let's us know he just wants to jump. Then she heads towards the backdoor. Maybe I should feel privileged that a celebrity was so comfortable in my home that she seemed to pretty much feel it was her own. As she is walking through the kitchen, Dwight is standing by me, so I take the opportunity to introduce him to her. Considering she and I have never been introduce to each other, I thought maybe it would be less awkward. Dwight is ever so polite, and acts genuinely pleased to meet her, maybe he really was. She gives him a brief "hi" without actually looking at him, and keeps on to the back yard. She got her son on the tramp, and says she'll come back in about 45 minutes. Then she was gone. I don't know if I should be annoyed, freaked out, or just angry at myself for not getting a picture and an autograph. But, I think I will for sure be getting a security system, cuz this neighborhood is going downhill fast.