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We had a great day at the beach last Monday.
Then we returned to the parking lot to find our minivan missing a window. My first thought was that an eagle had a heart attack midair and landed into my vehicle. Upon closer inspection my handbag was missing. Perhaps a crow? But since my bag was in no way shiny I went with the third option-someone decided to steal from me. Invaded my space, damaged my property and stole all my lipgloss. Not to mention covered my son’s car seat with thousands of tiny pieces of glass. Bummer.
I called 911 for the first time ever and they dispatched a very good looking Deputy. He was certain it was not a bird and suggested I cancel my credit cards immediately. I was hoping he would tow my vehicle to the CSI lab and use it to put the bad guy away for life while the government sends me a limo with a chauffeur as a thank you until they return my minivan fully fixed. Apparently life is not a TV show and he gave me a number to reach him on if I have any further information instead. I waited for my husband to drive down and pick up Little J and call my bank to cut myself off from little money I have.
As I was driving home I thought of life, chocolate and Monday Listicles. And then it happened: I remembered I have a picture of my fancy Coach bag and all the items that were in my bag!! Thanks to Ducky I shared them with you a few weeks ago and trust me that bag was in my car ever since. So I emailed the Sheriff’s office with pictures and a link to my blog. Bet you never thought Monday Listicles would put a bad guy away for life?
Of course my life has been in shambles since. How does one recover from such tragedy? I tried driving around with no window but it poured down and hailed even before I reached Starbucks drive thru. My sweet husband gave me a whole lot of money to buy myself a new bag and wallet and I have been agonizing over which one ever since. Not to mention my lips are chapped.
To top it all off I discovered that the villain managed to purchase gas before I canceled my credit cards. Surely that will help solve this crime of the century? I called the Deputy immediately. And you know I never ever use my phone to talk! Unfortunately he was not in.
Yesterday I tried calling again.
Lovely male voice: Hello?
Me: Good day. This is Stasha calling for Deputy suchandsuch.
Lovely male voice: I am not sure you have the right name. What is this regarding?
Me: Well my car was broken into and my purse stollen last week down at the South of the island and I have since noticed that my credit card has indeed been used within an hour of it happening and I spoke to my bank and they gave me the time and the location and I am sure that will be very helpful with the investigation because most gas stations have surveillance cameras and the amount was $40 which is probably nearly full tank which means he must have stood there long enough for you to be able to identify the license plate and arrest the man. I have all the information right here for you, do you want me to tell you or send in an email. ( cue victorious drums and a medal of bravery, commitment and brilliance to me thankyouverymuch).
Lovely male voice: I am so sorry to hear about your troubles and I hope they catch whoever did this to you. But you called the Orca Network.
Me: OH MY GOD.
The moral of this story is never to leave your valuables in the car and even if you never ever speak on the phone don’t just assume what the last dialed number on your phone is. Because sometimes on a beautiful sunny day when you go to the beach you are lucky enough to spot a gray whale and call the research center to report it.
Looking at cacti in my office one will come to the obvious conclusion. I am getting older.
It is either because I am so forgetful or because I cannot see well anymore that I managed to kill plants that survive in the desert. Or maybe they just don’t like me.
Well I decided to investigate. I made an appointment with our local ophthalmologist to see if I am loosing my vision. Better that then loosing my mind right?
While I waited for the appointment I kept myself busy finding the cutest and most fashionable eyeglasses. I wasn’t going to go for cheap eyeglasses, but I wouldn’t spend a fortune on them either. I mean I have a shoe addiction and a workout clothes addiction already and having to wear glasses would surely result into me having an eyewear addiction.
Who knew buying prescritpion glasses was this easy? I visited GlassesUSA.com, a great online store ( cause you know I never leave the house in order to buy anything, not even milk! ). They have the neatest feature: Virtual Mirror.
I uploaded a photo of myself and tried on most of the frames they carry. I really like glasses that give me that ‘nerdy’ look. And I loved the red frames. And the ombre colored ones. Luckily they always have great offers going on. Last week was 2 for 1, this week is 50% OFF. Because you know it is impossible to make a decision. I mean really, I could not have chosen just one pair.
Last Wednesday morning I saw the doctor and had a full eye exam. Turns out I still have a perfect vision and I overwater my cacti.
But for you my friends in the market for new glasses I have a fab coupon to take 10% off your next purchase from GlassesUSA. Just type in Blog10 at the checkout.
And please send me a photo of your new frames. I think I might have developed eyeglasses addiction anyway!
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We just got home.
Today is Little J’s Birthday. He turned five. When I asked him this morning how it feels to be five he said: ‘Just perfect.’
This whole week has been hectic. So while he was in preschool I figured it was my only chance to squeeze in a run. I cut my riding short, rushed home from the farm, left the dog on the porch, changed into running gear and drove to the beach. I run in a rather remote area, on a trail.
As I was parking it started pouring down. Full blown storm. High winds and all. I ran for 30 minutes and I was soaked. Luckily I keep my sweats in the car so I changed quickly and had a couple of minutes to kill before picking my boy from school.
I was fiddling with my phone, as you might expect, when I heard a loud knock on my minivan’s very steamed up window. It was a police officer wondering if everything was OK.
He must have believed me, red in my face from both the run and sheer embarrassment, trying to explain how I just finished my run. Specially since I was wearing perfectly dry clothes. Suppose it is better then knocking two minutes earlier, finding me pantless in the back seat.
Happy Birthday my sweet son, at least you one of us is perfect…