(I haven’t been feeling very up to writing lately, but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts folder for far too long.)
This is NOT all our stuff!
The weekend before Thing #1 and I moved was absolute craziness.
Doom-n-Gloom and Thing #2 were planning on being out of the old apartment by Sunday evening.
Long story short: they weren’t. When the day was over, they hadn’t even moved half of their things. The rest for us to ‘deal with’ until their return Monday evening.
Friday evening, when I got home from work, I was happy that the parking spot next to Breezy was open. I put Lil Bear in his place, grabbed my things and went inside to make dinner.
A friend was coming over at 7pm to eat with us and then give us massages. Because he hadn’t yet been to my new apartment (which I haven’t even told you about yet!), I met him out in the parking lot. I leaned on Lil Bear while I waited for our friend’s arrival.
We ate yummy food together; had our massages… It was a lovely evening.
When our friend left at 10:30, I walked him out and Lil Bear was still in his spot.
Sometime early Saturday morning, my beautiful, wonderful, perfect car – Lil Bear – was stolen.
Words cannot express how horrible I feel. Especially since I don’t know if it was some random event, or Mick did it to get back at me for breaking .
Smitten with Him 