Some Dummkopf broke into our garage earlier this week. Luckily, no one was hurt and there was minimum damage. It still really blows chunks.
The idea that someone took it upon themselves to break into our personal space, go through our things and help themselves really pissed me off.
I just keep telling myself that eventually their lifestyle choices will catch up to them. In the meantime, it was like CSI around our place. There detectives going door to door. Finger prints and foot prints were being processed and cataloged. The little man was able to speak with police officers and see a cruiser up close and not from the back seat or in the rear view mirror.
I am still thinking mean thoughts toward that individual(s). At least no one was hurt. We are still however, not amused.
You know what makes me feel better?
My current cross sticht!
Oh well. Tomorrow is another day!
Have a good night everyone!