I just found the single most important sentimental item; it had been mixed into a jewelry box that for some reason they did not grab.
Small blessings.
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I just found the single most important sentimental item; it had been mixed into a jewelry box that for some reason they did not grab.
Small blessings.
Oh, Betsy I'm so sorry. I hope your jewelry makes its way back to you, somehow.
Bastard people.
Betsy, that's horrible! I'm sorry for the things you lost, and the additional awful "someone's been in my house" feeling. That one is no fun.
Betsy, how awful for you, about the burglary.
Crud Betsy, that sucks.
Many sympathies, Betsy and family.
(((Betsy))). Even chopping off the thieves' hands wouldn't make up for losing those rings.
{{{{Lilty}}}} I'm so sorry for the loss of your cousin. I am glad he went peacefully.
{{{Betsy}}} I am so sorry. How awful. I hope they find the bastard.
{{{Lilty}}} I'm so sorry for the loss of your cousin. I'm glad you got to go see him and that it was peaceful. Still...
Poptarts a half-hour later:
Happy Day Off, everyone. I am using my day for more quilting and a wee bit of shopping. That reminds me: Emily, if you read this, could you see if we need more paper towels. I'm gonna run to BJ's today.
I'm feeling better this morning. I wish the pets would stop torturing me, but oh well. They miss mom and dad. I guess I can't blame them for that.