It has been a busy busy week. Dan is on vacation...finally...and we have been buzzing all around. We've had a couple of bizarre things happen.
1. Someone broke into our truck last week. They stole all the change (about $5) out of the tray. Nothing else was missing. There was Savannah's new bike in the back, a military sword and some other valuable items still there. The really creepy and weird part? They left a ream of copy paper on the front seat. WTF??
2. Do you remember Bastard Tom? Well, he works across the street from us now and again doing yard maintenance for a neighbor. They don't live there but keep the house for when they are in town 1-2 times a year. Weird. Well Tom's truck has been parked there for over a week now. And it has not moved. No sign of him either. I think he has either taken over the house as his own like some creepy murderer in Unbreakable (did you see that? shudder...) or he drank himself to oblivion and has died in there. How long do we wait before we start asking questions??
There is a good chance Bastard Tom got evicted from his apartment in the 'hood and is now back to terrorize us all in the old neighborhood. Lucky me. Here's hoping he doesn't run us down when he is on a beer run. That is...if the truck ever moves from the driveway. How long would it take for a dead smell to waft into the street?