It's never boring around here.
We were headed home today, decided to stop for lunch in Irving. Ran into a friend. Ate, visited, had a great time.
Left the restaurant and what do we see?
Yup. That's exactly what you think it is. My window was broken. Shattered.
My heart jumped into my throat. My head wanted me to have left the window down...but my heart? Knew.
We had been robbed.
We were packed to head home. And in the second seat floorboard? Two cases.
Bummer.
This is my first list of what all is missing, that I can remember, and an estimated cost. (Which, now I know, I lowballed the MacBookPro. I know this because I just went and purchased the replacement.)
I forgot my Speedlite Flash. My Samsonite spinner case.
Then, this morning, remembered several sets of premium seat concert tickets...for George Jones. Peter Frampton with Robert Cray. Boz Scaggs. Now I'm chasing those receipts down to get those replaced.
I'm sure I'll remember stuff for days.
