It Actually Happened to Us

You know how you hear things from other people, or see them on TV, and you think, "Wow, I'm glad that never happens to me!" Well it happened to us this time.
The Mother Ship got up Saturday morning and checked out her bedroom window to see if Padre's car was gone. If it's gone, that means he's already at the gym. And it was. Ok cool, Dad went to the gym already. Only then she heard him cough in the living room. She came flying out into the living room and said in a very tense voice, "Not to make you panic or anything, but where's your car?" "It's in the driveway." "No it's not." Both go flying to the front window. No car. They check my bedroom and Moose's room. We're all here. Dad says to Moose, "I need to ask you a ridiculous question. Did you move the car last night?" "No." Moose promptly falls back asleep. Dad, muttering, "Car's been stolen."

So we had the sheriff here (he's a corrupt scumbag, but hopefully he'll find our car), who asked us all about our neighbors and friends, and that was that. Mom says if we ever see the car again she'll be stunned, but I'm praying. We didn't have the right kind of insurance on that car, so it's not like the insurance company is going to give us a new car. We're just OUT a car.

Wanna know the best part? It wasn't even Dad's car that got stolen. It was Mike's car. And Mike just left for Air Force basic. Sweeeeeeet. But we aren't the only ones who got robbed - another car in our neighborhood was stolen on the same night.

But really, it's like my parents both said: God was watching out for us. How? you might ask. Your car was stolen! Well, here's the way we look at it. The thieves didn't come in the house, No one was hurt, not even our dog (who slept through the whole thing...so much for the watch-dog idea). Dad didn't catch and kill the thieves - and he would shoot them. Literally. The thieves didn't take ALL of our cars. So there's a lot to be thankful for.

Did YOU hve an exciting weekend?



Leah