If its October, it must be time for someone to rob me...

Last October someone broke into my online banking account. Made me very unhappy. We won't dwell on the past. Lets move on to the present.

Yesterday, I was on my way out of town when I received a call. I thought it was for work, so I answered. The next thing I know I'm talking to the Richardson police, and this man is telling me that someone has broken into my house. The neighbor saw it and called 911. Two men had busted through my back door and had run off. The police had apprehended them and the suitcase they had full of my things. The officer was standing on my back porch and was wondering where I might be. I told him I was on the road out of town, but I had just turned the car around.

All I could think about was Penny and my grandmother's engagement ring

I pulled up to my house and found it surrounded by cop cars. I run into the backyard and was greeted by the officer who had called me. He walked me into the back door and explained the situation. You could see where they had bashed the door in and broken the door frame. We walked into the living room, and I was told to not touch anything. I was just to point out what had been touched or what was different.

It was there that I found Penny crouched on the window sill. I gave her a pet, but she was pretty scared and wouldn't move. So, I let her be. I walked them through the living room. It was then I realized that someone had my work laptop. I had left my briefcase with it on the couch. Did I mention I was a genius.

We walked through the house. In the spare bedroom I noted that it looked rummaged through but that was actually how I had left it. You could tell they had run through my bathroom and just taken all the jewelry by the sink, including my watch and grandma's ring. Again, I'm a genius.

Then we got to my bedroom. It was torn apart. They had gone through all my drawers. Everything was everywhere. Really though, I have nothing hidden in my bedroom. All one would discover by pillaging was that I was into vintage purses, and I practice safe sex. It was me and three cops standing there and all I could do was laugh.

The next couple of hours were a whilrwind. The crime scene guys printed all over the house and were nice and cleaned up a bit in the bedroom. I started calling around trying to find someone to fix my door. The detective called to discuss what things were missing.

I eventually went over to mmy nieghbors across the street. She had called 911 when she heard the guys bang in my back door. She sat me down for a half hour and told me the whole story. She thanked me for giving her excitement for a year.

Eventually, the detective called and said they were going to let me have my laptop, but they kept the rest of my stuff.

I know I'm missing a lot. Just a busy day. And here I am with a broken back door and a shell shocked cat, but it will work itself out.