Thursday, June 24, 2010


I admit I feel a wicked satisfaction when I think of the marauders who burgled my rental car.
I envision them opening up my Trader Joe's bag and finding 
nine peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches on wheat bread, 
seven recycled Diet Coke bottles of water,
a handbag with only a nail file, clippers, gum and lip gloss.
And then the mother lode:  Doug's blue fanny pack.
I like to imagine their expressions as they open the fanny pack.
Jackpot! Finally something of real value...
In it was a kite from a father's day celebration twelve years ago.

They should have chosen richer tourists to rob.
And they should have looked in the console to find
Doug's wallet and our new
Canon Rebel.
Sloppy robbers.

I hope they enjoy the convenience items in my cute green handbag

And a kite rich with memories.

That was close, Jeff.


The Cannon Family said...

Glad they didn't take the expensive stuff! Still, it's so violating. Sorry it happened :(

Jill said...

I'm sorry too, but it was a fun way to tell the story!! :)

sweetpea said...

glad they missed the important stuff. thanks so much for visiting my blog and leaving a comment. your sweet words mean a lot.



jlbessel said...

Oh my word! I am away for a few weeks and you are burgled AND fading! when? where? how? I miss you!