That would be in reference to the person who BROKE INTO MY CAR LAST NIGHT.
SERIOUSLY.
A little after 4am the doorbell rang. Bobio got up, totally confused and probably a little pissed off...
It was Officer Brandt. As in the officer who pulled me over in my driveway for speeding on the day of Crystal's wedding shower/overnight crop in 2006 when I was dying of pneumonia. With his lights and sirens on. In my driveway. In my little residential neighborhood. Anyway...
It appears that there has been a rash of vehicle break-ins rockin' the east side lately. Alas, the Saturn has turned victim. We had no idea that someone had even been in the driveway while we were sleeping... some guard dog we have.
The little punk ass kid is looking for laptops, cell phones, wallets, ipods.... the car is ransacked then the door is left open, most likely so you don't hear it close and wake up to catch the little ass hat. The FPD have been partolling the east side during the night and saw that my car door was open so rang the doorbell to inform us of the CRIME THAT HAD BEEN COMITTED ON OUR PROPERTY.
Fortunately, nothing of any value is ever in my car. I will admit that often my car could be taken for a homeless person's hangout with all the crap that is usually strewn about... but unless the little thief was looking for a scarf, candy canes, or crappy CDs, they were completely out of luck.
Bob's work van is parked right next to my hooptie ride. It is full of tools and other electrical crap. They didn't even touch it. F*ckers.
It was a good thing that Officer Brandt was patrolling our neighborhood when he was (with another officer in a second car) because as of 4 am, the snow had just begun to fall. I would have been hella pissed if we hadn't known anything was amiss until 9 am when Bob went outside to shovel the driveway... and the door to my car had been open to welcome all the nast wet snow in...
Anyway... we'll have to have a talk with Belle, because apparently she is of no use as a guard dog and will have to be trained to do something else... and *official-treat-eater* is NOT an acceptable title for her ;)
Keep your doors locked, people. I officially live in the ghetto now...
that s*cks! good thing you have awesome scrap karma! love the layouts you posted yesterday. you're play on words is very scrapwitty! merrymerry back at ya!
Posted by: Julie G | December 16, 2007 at 02:05 PM
that so totally sucks! One time when I was pregnant with Jacob someone broke into my car and took the diaper bag that was doubling as our "ready to go to the hospital" bag. Sometimes PEOPLE SUCK!!!!!!
Posted by: melissa | December 16, 2007 at 06:18 PM
You flippin crack me up! Seems like I havent seen you in forever and I dont think I can work tomorrow. GHuess I'll see you thurs. TARGET?
Posted by: alison | December 17, 2007 at 10:35 AM
Hi
I made the cookies from the jar we did in class...They are great. Now my jar is empity...
Love the wreaths, would love to know how to make one...
Hugs vicky
Posted by: vicky sullivan | December 17, 2007 at 12:03 PM
It is empty.....worthless...lol
Posted by: vicky | December 17, 2007 at 12:10 PM