Today would be the bad day. Got up at 4:30 and drove DH to Fort Lauderdale to fly away. Good news, he filled the tank on the way. Got back home, got son up and drove him to school. Decided it would be a good plan to go to grocery store at 7:30 because nice and quiet and I could fill fridge with healthy food to eat now that I broke fast. Stopped and got $20 from the ATM, went inside and bought lots of healthy fruits and veggies. Went back outside with keys in hand and loaded the groceries in my trunk. I needed 2 hands to put a large item in so I put my purse in the cart. ... This is when the asshole in the big jeep pulled up and stuck his hand out the window and stole my purse, with my Treo that has my life in it, and all my id and credit cards, and the tickets to the Heat game.
And every single call takes about forever to get through to a human to cancel my cards. And DH feels bad that he can't hug me. He called from his layover. So all hugs are appreciated. Mostly I want the asshole to take my cash and toss the purse in a place where a good citizen will find it and give it to police. Since they can't call me as my damn phone was in the purse.
My chest hurts.