It started off well, but it changed to CRAP in 2.2 seconds (the amount of time it took for me to open my car door!)
Saturday we went to a party. I used our GPS because I did not know where I was going! First I stopped to pick up some tissue paper.... On the way home I chatted with my mom, pulled in the driveway, went inside, and finished my phone call.
Flash forward to yesterday. I was heading to the second party of the day and decided I would bring Jason and I home dinner.... Glance over to the passenger seat and realize my purse is not there. Instantly I was miffed!! Jason always, like ALWAYS, moves my crap!!!!!!! Whatever, I get to the party and forget about it.
This morning I go to grab my purse from where Jason always sticks it and its NOT there. Huh? I check the car, nope. Scour the house, nope! Panic is setting in.... I tell Jason to give it up he proved his point, but nope he has no clue!!!
YUP my car was broken into sometime Saturday night.... Stole my FAVORITE coach handbag and wallet! The $%^*&#'s even took the GPS! Jason is ready to KILL me because he ALWAYS yells at me that I'm too careless.... blah blah blah! I NEVER have cash, so they didn't get ANY money and my credit cards have been canceled.... What a flipping nightmare....