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Kitteh SMASH!!
Feb. 8th, 2011 02:40 pmHouse was robbed today - Mom left for 20 minutes, came back and walked in on a robbery in progress. She managed to snatch her computer back from one of the fleeing chickenshits. The neighbors know it was a grey, late-model Toyota, because they got lost trying to flee the neighborhood and made a wrong turn.
All my jewelry is gone, as is most of Mom's good stuff (they were loading up on the costume items in another drawer when they were caught) - they managed to get my computer unplugged but grabbed the wrong cord, and couldn't get the other stuff undone, so it was on the chair but still here when they ran. Took my camera, but again, the rat's nest of cords meant they couldn't get the charger unplugged. I hope it dies on them in a hail of battery acid.
The hardest part to swallow - they went through Dad's memento box and took his wedding band. Left everything else, but still. THAT one hurt, more than the really nice stuff Mom lost, or my digital cameras. Because it's pretty obvious what that box was, seeing as how it had the funeral notice on top, photos, etc. And these kids weren't some illegals looking for a quick fix - they were clean-cut, twenty-something, no-accent Hispanic young men. They could read what that paperwork said.
THAT is what has us hurting the most right now.
That and the fact that I have a massive swath of black fingerprinting graphite all over my carpet and I can't fucking get it out and I really don't have the emotional fortitude to scrub carpets right now.
And I'm writing about it here because Mom's still worked up, too, so we're not much good to each other right now as far as the talk-it-out emotional approach goes.
All my jewelry is gone, as is most of Mom's good stuff (they were loading up on the costume items in another drawer when they were caught) - they managed to get my computer unplugged but grabbed the wrong cord, and couldn't get the other stuff undone, so it was on the chair but still here when they ran. Took my camera, but again, the rat's nest of cords meant they couldn't get the charger unplugged. I hope it dies on them in a hail of battery acid.
The hardest part to swallow - they went through Dad's memento box and took his wedding band. Left everything else, but still. THAT one hurt, more than the really nice stuff Mom lost, or my digital cameras. Because it's pretty obvious what that box was, seeing as how it had the funeral notice on top, photos, etc. And these kids weren't some illegals looking for a quick fix - they were clean-cut, twenty-something, no-accent Hispanic young men. They could read what that paperwork said.
THAT is what has us hurting the most right now.
That and the fact that I have a massive swath of black fingerprinting graphite all over my carpet and I can't fucking get it out and I really don't have the emotional fortitude to scrub carpets right now.
And I'm writing about it here because Mom's still worked up, too, so we're not much good to each other right now as far as the talk-it-out emotional approach goes.
