Break-in

My day started off with a good morning, great actually.  I woke up on the right side of the bed feeling well-rested, got my hair to do EXACTLY what I wanted it to do (for once), ate breakfast with my handsome husband.  All the things that make for a good morning and the start to a great day, and it being Friday, a great weekend!

Well then I stepped outside at 8:13 so I would be a few minutes early to work.  As I walked to my car I got a funny feeling, as I got closer I wondered why on earth I would put a lens bag on my seat and some other junk from my center console there.  Then I realized my lock looked funny as I tried putting my key in.  As I put my key in I realized that not only were all my doors unlocked, but the lock in my driver's side door was missing completely.  I tried pulling my door open.  Not even a budge.  Great.  I went to the other side and opened it, my gps was sitting right there on my seat.  Hey thanks guys for opening up every single compartment in my car, deciding to leave my gps on the seat, and then not locking the doors, I'm surprised someone else didn't steal it with all my doors unlocked and it sitting there in plain sight!  Anyway, long story short.  I got upset, stood outside and waited for the officer to get there (making my mascara run from me crying and my hair turn into a frizzy mane from the humidity), Carleton came home instead of going golfing (see my husband is the best), I cursed Durham (ok I called it ghetto) but my dad said that this kind of thing was happening everywhere, then I called work to tell them I'd be late.  

Although I called the police before Carleton left, he still was able to get from Duke to me before they got there.  The officer was very nice though, he dusted my car for prints, found none and confirmed that they must've used a screwdriver and/or drill on my key hole and parts surrounding the handle.  I just love paying for things that aren't my fault.  

So I thought, ok maybe they were looking for drugs...but do I look like the drug-dealer type? Baby pictures in the back windshield, a tube of mascara and the ensign magazine on the floor of my passenger seat...

I asked Carleton if he did this to get me to clean out my car, because it SURE worked, now that my car doesn't really lock, NOTHING is going in there.  

On a lighter note, I talked to my mom for a few minutes when I finally got on my way to work and got to thinking about all the blessings I do have and how lucky I am.  Sure Carleton doesn't have a job yet for when he graduates, sometimes my job drives me crazy, who knows where we'll be a year from now, and I get easily irritated with some things (like putting off getting a new passport after we got married because I didn't want to pay the money to change my name on it since I JUST got it, only to find out that if I'd done it within a year it would've been free and now I have to pay $75 for it)...but I have a wonderful husband who would do anything for me, a family who loves and supports me in whatever I pursue, a job with great benefits, a nice place to come home to at night, great health, and fabulous friends.  The list goes on and on, but hearing of other people's trials made me realize that I'm so blessed and so happy with what I have.  

So take that, car-breaking-into thugs!  You will not make me have a bad day, my glass is half full:)  And thank you to those who helped make it that way.