Feb 28 2003
Should Have Known Better
My mother always told me I should pick up after myself. Did I heed her advice? Nooooo. :yuck: So, when I invited the sheriff to sit down at our dining room table, I was embarrassed to see a bunch of crumbs and something gooey besmirching its surface. It was also embarrassing to watch him carefully pick his way across the room to the dining room table, obviously concerned about stepping on one of Sam’s toys.
Oh, I’m sorry. Did I forget to mention why there was a sheriff in my home? Let me back up to the beginning of the story…
Early this morning, Robert hauled the garbage cans out to the front curb for collection. While he was out there, he noticed that our car wasn’t in its usual parking spot. In fact, our car was nowhere to be seen. Someone had stolen our grocery getter! :faint:
He immediately called the sherrif once he got back inside and they came to our house to interview us. My hair was still dripping wet from the shower once they arrived. :blush: Anyway, they seemed pretty optimistic about their chances of finding the car. I hope it turns up and isn’t too damaged! I also hope the criminals are found and have to fess up to —-> :judge:
