Thursday, January 3, 2008

My Computer Had Not Been Stolen. This is what was scrolling across the monitor:


I felt so violated.

Someone had used my computer.

Someone had opened every cupboard.

Someone had seen all my stuff and deemed it not worthy of stealing.

Someone came to visit:

And he hadn't even bothered to open the ONE door that was neatly organized and labeled:


Needing to connect with someone, I facebooked Drew:
Jane Klassen O
Yeah, you can tell dad.Why wasn't your first response, something like, "are you OK, mom? I love you"
Drew O
10:53pm Jan 3rd
And then I noticed the note "Came to visit and borrow Evil Dead. Andrew"
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And sure enough, a Clint and Max arrived home a few minutes ago.
"Hi mom. I'm going to Brian's for night. We're going to Seymour tomorrow. Bye"
"I'm off the Karyn's, bye."
They were in the house for 3 minutes.
I need a roommate.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. They're home, safe. Sort of.
2. My worst fear ... (well, one of them) was realized tonight when I came home to a house that had been broken into, and I lived to tell the tale.
3. Friends who cry at movies.
Shalom,

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

woa..woulda freaked me out...just looking at your pictures sent my heart racing. Glad everythings okay. Marg

raych said...

That's scary as hell. I would have died.