cat burglars, my ass
So. We got robbed.
Last Friday, we came home from dinner, settling in for some Freaks and Geeks and E asks where I put the small stereo that was in the bathroom. I thought HE moved it. Then we searched the house. The GARBAGE. His car (three times). Now, I love my boy, but he is, oh, absent-minded. We settled on the idea that he must have picked it up and taken it to work.
Monday. He didn't take it to work.
Wednesday. His ipod is now missing.
Yesterday. We had a totally gorgeously dorky plan to go to the Natural History Museum, then go see Night at the Museum. We are getting ready, and I look over in the bedroom at the remainder of our Christmas...my brand new Mac Mini (which was STILL IN THE BOX) is gone. So is the digital camera that was on the desk.
That's when we realized he isn't losing his mind and we probably don't have a poltergeist.
Police came, locksmith came. Police found a footprint on the windowsill by the kitchen. A window we didn't realize was unlocked. The landlord came by. She thinks it was the people who live in the front house, they have 5 kids. THe kids are GREAT, really polite and well-mannered and always offering to help us. But they have a huge group of friends always hanging out.
We think it was hopefully not them, but their friends. We are 99% sure it was kids. Everything that was taken was small, easy to jump out the window. They left E's laptop, they didn't touch his guitars, keyboards, samplers, mixing boards, etc nor any of the 8,000 records. AND because they stole 3 packs of gum off the counter (and why not).
We are focusing on the positive. It happened during the day, is doubtful they will come back, it's just stuff and he is in a position to replace everything. We are getting renter's insuranc e this week (painful that we didn't, that we KNEW we should, but...). Neither of us was hurt. I'm bummed we lost the first six months of our relationship in pictures. He's LIVID that something was taken from ME, especially something he gave me (not to mention the cost).
It sucks. I hate that someone was in our bedroom. That someone stepped so heedlessly through our life. It's frightening and violating and deplorable. I mean, for LA, this is a really lovely residential neighborhood (more evidence against those little shit kids). But there's not much we can do. Oddly enough, it's brought us closer. I tremble at the thought that they'd come in when one of us was here. But we're ok. In other news, we somehow managed to both get tomorrow off, so that's sort of a nice karmic reward. Or something.
Last Friday, we came home from dinner, settling in for some Freaks and Geeks and E asks where I put the small stereo that was in the bathroom. I thought HE moved it. Then we searched the house. The GARBAGE. His car (three times). Now, I love my boy, but he is, oh, absent-minded. We settled on the idea that he must have picked it up and taken it to work.
Monday. He didn't take it to work.
Wednesday. His ipod is now missing.
Yesterday. We had a totally gorgeously dorky plan to go to the Natural History Museum, then go see Night at the Museum. We are getting ready, and I look over in the bedroom at the remainder of our Christmas...my brand new Mac Mini (which was STILL IN THE BOX) is gone. So is the digital camera that was on the desk.
That's when we realized he isn't losing his mind and we probably don't have a poltergeist.
Police came, locksmith came. Police found a footprint on the windowsill by the kitchen. A window we didn't realize was unlocked. The landlord came by. She thinks it was the people who live in the front house, they have 5 kids. THe kids are GREAT, really polite and well-mannered and always offering to help us. But they have a huge group of friends always hanging out.
We think it was hopefully not them, but their friends. We are 99% sure it was kids. Everything that was taken was small, easy to jump out the window. They left E's laptop, they didn't touch his guitars, keyboards, samplers, mixing boards, etc nor any of the 8,000 records. AND because they stole 3 packs of gum off the counter (and why not).
We are focusing on the positive. It happened during the day, is doubtful they will come back, it's just stuff and he is in a position to replace everything. We are getting renter's insuranc e this week (painful that we didn't, that we KNEW we should, but...). Neither of us was hurt. I'm bummed we lost the first six months of our relationship in pictures. He's LIVID that something was taken from ME, especially something he gave me (not to mention the cost).
It sucks. I hate that someone was in our bedroom. That someone stepped so heedlessly through our life. It's frightening and violating and deplorable. I mean, for LA, this is a really lovely residential neighborhood (more evidence against those little shit kids). But there's not much we can do. Oddly enough, it's brought us closer. I tremble at the thought that they'd come in when one of us was here. But we're ok. In other news, we somehow managed to both get tomorrow off, so that's sort of a nice karmic reward. Or something.