Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Last Thursday, Richard, Brady and I were loading up our car to head up to Utah for Conference and an interview (info coming soon...). So, as we were making several trips out to the car and back inside, etc., I went out with a final load, including my purse, which I set on top of my car. I'll never stop regretting that. I went back in for Brady, and when we all came back out to get in and go, we heard a car door slam, and saw a small white pick-up peel out of the drive way and down the street. This kid seriously just ran up, snatched my purse, and then drove away, all the while with my dad standing like 30 yards away. Gutsy, right? Unfortunately, we weren't able to even get a license plate number. Richard, my night in shining armor, hopped in our car and sped off to... what? Catch them? Actually, I think he was trying to at least get the plate number, but the car had already turned the corner, and he didn't know which way they had gone. I immediately called the police, but there's really not much they can do but file a report. So, sadly, I am now purseless. The more I think about it, the more it just makes me so mad! Those are my things, not someone else's! Items lost: wallet, credit cards, drivers license, cash, fingerprint clearance card (expensive to get), cell phone, car keys, house key (we had to replace all the locks), school keys, sunglasses, plus other little odds and ends. Grrr! After mulling it over for hours on the long drive to Utah, we decided it's only a purse. We are blessed it wasn't the car, or more money, or WORSE- our sweet boy. Still- it's not cool to steal.