My Car Got Broken Into
As you can see, I drive a very fancy car. This weekend it got broken into (for the 4th time). The funny thing is, I LIVE IN A RETIREMENT COMMUNITY. Nothing got taken, but I know the people living here are out to get me.
*not my real car. My real car is exactly like this except for missing a hubcap in the front.
Here they are, plotting to break in. As you can see, they even have an instruction manual. I don't know if we are safe here any longer.
This is a scene outside our house this morning. It has nothing to do with the break-in, but I wanted everyone to see the craziness we put up with.
posted by gretchenjohnson @ 11:46 AM
8 Comments:
A very sad existence. Maybe we could euthanise the robbers!
(I am kidding....but they should have their old hands chopped off!)
It was JOE and that ol smoker!
Tanya< I love your new photo. LOVE IT. Remember, that's your brother Buddy Wells.
Thats the face we make when we are told our Dada is on the naughty list!
It's always a comfort to go to work on the "psych unit" and determine that perhaps it is the safest, sainest place on earth.
Your new work clothes are adorable! Love that pic!!!
I need a nurse because I keep getting the flu... BOO HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
To keep connections with everyone at Pine Rizzle, I have set up a plot for the elderly to torment all. Truth be told it all starts in OAP and builds form there.
I use it to finace my nicotine and caffinne habits.
Hey, my potholder hurts too!!
The picnic apes do need to be stopped, though...
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