If someone were in my house, I'd go back outside. But sans that option, there happens to be a pickaxe right inside the door this week, because the basement flooded, and we've got weird stuff all over the house right now.
Normally, I guess, I'd step out the door and load a couple of loose bricks inside a purse hanging off the coathooks. Right now, I have a purse Fay gave me as a Secret Santa present, so it'd be a Bloody Buffista Bludgeoning! Or I would throw shoes and the metal bookase serving as a shoe rack at him/her.
I just remembered that I have my tool bag under the phone table in the entry. There are a couple of wrenches and a pretty wicked looking rope knife in there. [link]
TNG may be a weenie, but she's a GSD and she barks at everyone.
They have big, big woofs. Even when actually weenies.
When did we start calling robberies home invasions?
My understanding is like Consuela's, home invasions are when there is someone in the house while it is being robbed. Creepy.
I'm grateful that Zoe went so berserk and noisy when someone did try the door. Good to know. A coworker of mine woke one morning to find that her purse and wedding rings were stolen from the nightstand right next to her head while she slept. Her dog never made a sound. Someone had slit the screen door from the patio right outside her bedroom and come in her unlocked sliding glass doors. Ick. She and her husband were more than a little freaked out.
Timelies, or Timelines all. May Tuesday be a whole lot nicer than Monday.
Grace has follow up surgery today and I have a board meeting where they are going to announce Teacher of Year stuff. There is also a union action at the school district headquarters and performance of student musicians. So there will be no parking. And I have to be dressed up. ugh.
Ah, another calm, relaxing, and routine day. My you be on the other side of it before you notice.
Surgery ~ma for Grace and calm~ma for you.
My goodness, Kat- What a busy day!
I had a dream last night that I gave birth to an adorable orange kitten. It had one goopy eye, though, and it kept getting worse, but I couldn't take it to the vet for some reason (I think I was in a cult that did not let you get medical care). It was so super cute!
