Lazy Sunday with a small dose of adrenaline

It all began very innocently. I was able to get most of the photos from the concert on Friday processed and uploaded yesterday, so I was looking forward to hanging out in front of my computer screen and reading all the interesting stuff I've bookmarked this week. I do that a lot... bookmark pages for later... it's kinda like my version of TIVO for the internet. And the subject matter is as wide as it is long. I'm an eclectic internet reader. 

Chance had a few things to do this morning and then he was off to spend the afternoon with his dad. I knew I would have about 6 hours of uninterrupted quiet time to myself. Bliss. 

Then I heard it.

About 2 hours in, I heard a noise around the side of the house. I immediately jumped up, unwound myself from the various computer wires that had become wrapped around my feet and looked out the open blinds to see two teenage boys riding off on our bikes. The bikes that have only been here for 8 days.

Yep. That's right.

I ran around to the side door, but by the time I could get there, they had already gone through a patch of trees across the street and were casually strolling down the street. On our bikes. In broad daylight. On a Sunday afternoon.

I called 911 and said, very calmly. There's been a robbery at my house. 

That's when the dog got out because I had run out of the house and left the doors open. Perfect.

An officer showed up about 4 minutes later and after getting a brief description of the bikes, took off to search the surrounding neighborhoods. I live on a very busy street corner with lots of foot traffic. And lots of cookie cutter houses. It reminds me of the theme song to Weeds:

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

So the officer didn't have any luck finding our bikes or the two lovely boys who took them. So if you see a teenage boy about 14 riding around on a purple beach cruiser with big white flowers on the frame and a gel seat, give me a call. My only hope is that his friends make fun of him for riding an old lady bike. And I'm pretty sure that Chance's bike needs brake work and has a warped wheel. Good luck with that, buddy.