Friday night I went to a really great party. Lots of new people, great food and wine, a lot of laughing and talking and jokes.
The next morning we discovered that someone had taken everything out of my car while it was parked in the carpool parking lot. Made off with the emergency kit, two bags of (small) Christmas gifts, some stuffies for the kids and all the paperwork for the car.
(Flashback to me, riding in my co-workers car, spouting off about what a nice neighborhood I live in. Such a safe place.) *cringe*
The police said that there had been a call about some malicious mischief, and that there was a stuffed animal found beside the road up a ways. We went out that night and searched for our things by flashlight, finding many - but not all - of them.
But things are easily replaced, so we count ourselves lucky.
This morning B's father had a mild heart attack (doesn't that seem like a contradiction in terms?) and is back in the hospital. He seems to be holding his own.
He would not be replaceable. I would much rather lose the paperwork to the car.
All in all, I'm looking forward to Monday.