P woke me up yesterday morning with the news that my car had been broken into during the night. It seems some social deviants had smashed out my passenger side window so that they could steal…well, nothing.
Fortunately, the only thing of any value I had in my car were my CD’s. And they remained sitting in their case on the front seat.
Which proves what P has always said. No self-respecting thief would steal my CD collection.
It seems there isn’t really a huge black market for The Carpenters Greatest Hits.
But we still had to deal with the hassle of getting the window replaced, which required me to drive around in the cold drizzle without sufficient coverage from the elements. It was a joy.
Merry Christmas, Social Deviants. Hope you enjoy the big pile of nothing you got out of my car.
And thanks for the bonus of having to spend $250 to replace a window at Christmas time.
Since it was a cold, rainy day, I knew I better have some sort of afterschool activity planned for Caroline, so I lifted my self-imposed Target ban and purchased a Gingerbread House Kit.
Needless to say, Martha Stewart does not live here.
However, the Gingerbread House Kit achieved its purpose and kept Caroline entertained for the better part of five minutes.
Five minutes that didn’t cause me to twitch at all due to the misplacement of gumdrops and peppermint candies.
And there was certainly no voice in my head was yelling, “THE GUMDROPS ARE CROOKED. THE GUMDROP PATH IS NOT STRAIGHT. FOR THE LOVE OF GINGERBREAD MEN EVERYWHERE, STRAIGHTEN THE CANDY CANE.”
I rewarded our dogs for scaring off the burglars before they took off with my Carpenters CD the night before (why else would they not take it?), and let them in the house to join us while we made our Gingerbread house.
Bruiser kept his eye on the Gingerbread snowman, possibly because he looks so creepy with his red candy eyes.
Scout, however, is a dreamer.
Clearly, I am all hyped up on the sugar and the cold medicine.