So all last week Bo's mom, and sisters, have been trying hard to convince us that we should go home to WA for Christmas. ALL of Bo's family will be there, with a brand new niece and nephew, and we would be the only ones not there. So. . . after much debate, and despite the fact that it's going to cost over a thousand dollars to fix the ac in our car (which I think we've decided isn't worth it. . .), we decided on Saturday to go ahead and get plane tickets to fly home for 3 weeks at Christmas time.
We are really excited. I'm kinda anxious about spending the money, but what else is money for, if not to be spent doing fun things, right???? riiiiiiiggghhhtt. At least we'll get to have good food, good company, and SNOW!!! Bo and I are both excited for cooler weather. And I just CAN'T WAIT to see my too adorable kiddos all bundled up in snow clothes and rosy cheeks and noses. I adore my kids. Try finding two cuter ones.
So now on to the second part of my title, the midnight car break-in. So Saturday night Bo and I decided to go to bed early, say 10, and around midnight the door bell rings. What the. ???? So I get my robe on and drowsily stumble to the door. It's the neighbors from across the street. Apparently they caught some (like 8-10) teenage boys trying to break into our two cars!!!! They were also trying to get into the neighbors car too. Yeah. Great. Actually I wasn't too worried. I have absolutely nothing of value in those cars, but it's still the intrusion of privacy that annoyed me. They got into Bo's car, which he doesn't lock, and scattered stuff all over before the neighbors scared them off. They hadn't accomplished getting into the car IN OUR DRIVEWAY because thankfully I lock that one. Still, I shudder to think some kids trying to break into stuff on my own property.
When the cops came, they found an abandoned backpack that the kids had ditched while running away, and were able to use it to track down all of them. When talking to my neighbors last night, after bringing them THANK YOU cookies, they told me they saw 4 cop cars with at least 2 kids each in them. Nice. Punk kids. And apparently they had gone down our whole street. Our houses are on the end and must have been the last.
I started getting mad about no honest people anymore, but then I remembered the neighbors, and was glad that yes, there are still some out there, ready to watch their neighbor/strangers backs.