......for a bunch of bullshit.
I was in the bathroom this morning, getting ready for work. The Candyman gives me a smooch good-bye and I hear him leave. About 3 minutes later I hear him come back in. He walks up to the bathroom and says, "Honey, I think my truck was stolen."
Sure enough. We go outside and there, in front of our house is a big empty spot where his truck used to be. On the ground is his lunch cooler and some Clorox wipes that used to be sitting in his passenger seat.
Excellent. Seriously? SERIOUSLY????
It's been two hours and twenty minutes and we are still waiting for the cops. Hooray Davidson County! I know it's not an emergency, but OVER TWO HOURS? Please.
Stay tuned for happy last-weekend updates once we get this huge mess sorted out. THANK GOD I have excellent insurance and decided to put The Candyman on it last year. If we are lucky (clearly, we are not) all we will be out is a $300 deductible. Please keep your fingers crossed that this doesn't impact our finances beyond that!
The good part is that no one was hurt. However, there are some thieves out there I want to hurt real bad right now. REAL BAD.