I Mean, WHO Does That?

I woke up this morning (late of course) and went flying out of the house with Emily to Church. We decided we'd drive and as I opened up my car door, I realized that I was not the last person to be in the car. My purse (which I had stupidly and accidently) left in my car was no where to be found...however, many of the items once contained in my purse were in a pile in my seat and in a pile in the passenger seat. I also saw that my console had been rummaged through (luckily, I hadn't opened that thing in years... the only things the prowlers found in there were some old school Reba tapes and an old leather change purse that didn't have anything in it. Luckily they left me my wallet... which they had totally emptied of EVERYTHING. My drivers' license, my credit cards, my debit card, my savings account debit card, my social security card (yes, I had it in my wallet since I am homeless and didn't have a good place to keep it lately). Most terrible in all of this: They took my camera. My pride and joy. That camera has become famous... mostly because it is constantly in peoples' faces. Aaron had lent me his telephoto lense (which is probably worth more than the camera...) and that too was taken. My only comfort is that the battery was dead and the charger was in the house... take that, car thieves.

The poor cop who first responded didn't know what to do with me. To say I was "crying" is putting it pretty lightly. I'd say the word "inconsolable" is more like it. I immediately began calling credit card companies, banks, Equifax (to put a fraud alert on my social security card) and my car insurance company to make a claim and just to see if they would possibly cover that camera (I'll find out tomorrow when I talk to the claims adjuster...). It really freaks me out that someone was IN our driveway--that they were THAT close to the house. And the crime lab guy came by and dusted for finger prints and told us that there had been a rash of break-ins the night before in our neighborhood- in fact, a car had even been stolen the night before. That made me feel SORT of better. You know, misery loves company. I'm pretty sure I'll never see that cute purse again... nor the camera for that matter. And while that still just about brings me to tears, I'm trying to remind myself, it's just "things." They were just things. I can (one day) hopefully replace them. But like the cops said, we'll probably never find the people that did it... ugh...so frustrating.

So, my morning in a nutshell:

I awoke to something that looked like this:

Saw something later that looked a little like this:

BUT, sadly, don't think any of it will result in anything that even closely resembles this: