There's a burglar in the neighborhood and a couple houses on my block got hit this past weekend. The burglar steals underwear and ransacks the kitchen for snacks. The burglar is not deterred by much, either, he's even broken in to some houses when people were home. Of course, if he keeps that up he's going to get shot. Not that I have a gun, but I'm just sayin' …
The burglar may also come back for the more expensive stuff he passed over on his first visit. My mom says there are similar burglaries taking place in her Northside neighborhood.
We are all extra paranoid now. My neighbors are getting an alarm system. I am getting an alarm system. (I already had one, but it doesn't work anymore.) We are talking about setting up wireless web cams and surveilling our kitchens and backyards.
Now that's what the Internet really needs: pictures of me stumbling around and making coffee in the morning, or Oz futilely watering the dirt and grass seed. Not that these would be public, mind you.
The alarm system guy came tonight to sell us the system. The tech is coming tomorrow to set it up. Oz is saying, "Yes! I don't want no burglar messing around in my underwear!"
213 words | August 23, 2006 10:35 PM | Real true story