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So, I went to Dad's place in the mountains for the 4th of July Weekend, and it was awesome. Friday: Being hauled around on a tube behind the boat, leaving my upper body sore. Saturday: Creekside trail ride, leaving my butt sore. Sunday: Lounging around being sore.
Monday: Driving home to discover I've been robbed. Again.
No doubt thanks to my security system, this robbery did not involve an actual break-in. But anything small and of potential resale value off my front porch is gone. It's stupid stuff, worth little if anything, but the fact that someone decided it was their right to walk off with it leaves me absolutely furious. Apparently I can't decorate my porch without being afraid things will walk off.
The wind chimes are gone. Who the hell steals wind chimes?!? My neighbors with the little girl asked what happened to them this afternoon, on their way by.
Interesting: I have a placard by the door that
benma gave me, with a Bible verse on it. Despite it being arguably the nicest thing on the porch, it got left behind. Latent guilt? Superstition?
Hate this neighborhood. Hate it SO MUCH.
Monday: Driving home to discover I've been robbed. Again.
No doubt thanks to my security system, this robbery did not involve an actual break-in. But anything small and of potential resale value off my front porch is gone. It's stupid stuff, worth little if anything, but the fact that someone decided it was their right to walk off with it leaves me absolutely furious. Apparently I can't decorate my porch without being afraid things will walk off.
The wind chimes are gone. Who the hell steals wind chimes?!? My neighbors with the little girl asked what happened to them this afternoon, on their way by.
Interesting: I have a placard by the door that
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Hate this neighborhood. Hate it SO MUCH.