Wednesday, December 20, 2006


So...Danny goes to bed early, and I sit up with the boys....chatting with my mother on the phone. I get off the phone, and tell the kids to wrap it up and get ready for bed. Just then, the neighbor is beating down my door!! I was alarmed, and I went running. She was yelling that someone had tried to break into our vehicles (which wasn't too hard because my husband doesn't believe in locking the doors). Anyway....apparently, the next door neighbors saw these people trying to get into their vehicles (which were people)...when they couldn't get in theirs, they ran to our house and opened up Danny's work car and started rummaging around. They called the cops (which were here in nanoseconds). The people (I call them people, but I mean dirty, lowlife, crackheads) took off running into a nearby field. The cops came and talked to us...and looked around the neighborhood for the idiots. As far as I know, they never found them. Our neighbor said that the lady ( I use that term loosely) was on a cell phone, and the person with her looked to be a teen aged boy. They were both dressed in dark clothes.
Guys, this was before 10:00 at night. We were still up (the kids and I). These idiots were in my front yard, near my carport door (which was friggen unlocked). They could have come right into my house. I can't believe it. This is a small town, and we take for granted that it is safe. Never again will I make that mistake.
Nothing was taken. Thank goodness. Danny had lots of stuff in the car that was valuable. STOOOPID. UGH. I am guilty, too. I had my van unlocked with the dang keys in the ignition. Oh my gosh. I might have well just given them the van. If it had been stolen, I would have no one to blame but myself.
Lesson learned.
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