Today might be the busiest day at work in a long time. Which is good because it keeps a girl’s mind off Bad Things and instead on Printer Jam Things and WTF Font Is This? Things. But I can’t go another minute – no matter how it takes away from GAH! InDesign Things – without telling you how most sincerely grateful I am to you all for your kindness and your unbelievable generosity. There just are not enough words for how I feel right now.
I have been absolutely filled to the brim with hate and anger for those who robbed us yesterday - and absolutely uncomfortable feeling that way – but then came this amazing outpouring that you’ve shown me, this ability to rally and be a community and family for someone you’ve never met, and it’s pushing all those bitter things right back down.
I’m having a very hard time with the knowledge that strangers dug through my drawers, that they carted our belongings away in my down comforter (who steals bedding?), ripped cords out of walls, upended anything that got in their way and that they will never, ever consider the devastation that they caused. I didn’t sleep last night. I probably won’t sleep tonight. I don’t feel safe and that’s not in my control.
They stole wedding gifts and Christmas gifts and the police tell us that even if they can find them at pawn shops, the likelihood is slim to none that our possessions will ever be returned to us. In the end, yes, it is just ‘stuff’ and as hard as I could try to remain as unattached to that ‘stuff,’ as un-materialistic as I can try to be, it feels so insulting and so belittling to be parted with it involuntarily.
To answer many inquiries, yes we have renter’s insurance and the Boy has been wading through that murky mess, as well as keeping up with the detectives and such who are involved in the case. I have no idea what the outcome will be, but I am glad my meticulous, meticulous man has kept serial numbers and receipts and records just like a good little information hoarder.
To answer as many others, Hal is perfectly fine – he seems to have spent the adventure underbed and did not make a break for it when our front door was rendered into nothing more than a splintery gap betwixt two walls. The loss of that furry pain in the ass would have been unimaginable.
Again, thank you over and over. For so much kindness and support when it is most needed and appreciated. And even if you expressly forbid it, you’ll probably still get a real, in the mail thank you note because… well, that is just how it’s done here.
While we were at a funeral this afternoon, someone smashed in our apartment door and took everything. Everything. The laptops we got as a wedding gift from the Boy’s parents. PS3. The router. Phone chargers, for pete’s sake. Anything they could carry. I think I might throw up. Or hit something.
No, really. I was up all night tossing my cookies in celebration of love. Love and food poisoning. Tomorrow, we can dish all about that cute little house we looked at this weekend, but right now, I hear a nap calling my name. For your immediate amusement, I offer the following bit of hilarity my brother sent me. I want this guy to narrate all of my nature shows from now on. He is priceless. Honey badger don’t care!
First thing this morning, I got an email with a YouTube clip of my niece Penny saying my name. Oh, man. That’s maybe the best thing ever! The first time my two year old nephew Owen said, “I love you, Heather” I was so overcome with cute, I very nearly forgot all about that finger he had jammed up his nostril while he said it. Aw, kids.
Second thing this morning, I got an email from the boss filling me in an yet Another Thing I’ve Done Wrong. There’s a long list. Lots of times, the list includes things I’ve never even heard of, but no matter. It sure makes for a stormy morning. I just told my coworkers that I was planning to stab myself in the eye.
“Um, why would you do that?”
“Because they would have to send me home.”
Drastic, yet necessary measures.
The Dork Lord and I are looking at a house on Saturday. Which may or may not be the most Not in the Plan thing we’ve toyed with ever. Were we in the market for a house? Nope. But someone I know is selling one. It’s precious. And we’d be stupid not to look at it and run a few numbers and just see how possible it is to you know, heap even more onto our stress plate. It should be fun and breezy – after all, it’s only hypothetical at this point. We’re only going to look. Though, we might be in a little bit of trouble. I’ve already decided where all the furniture goes.
Out of curiosity, on a scale of One to Peg Bundy, how wrong is it to use your man’s electric razor to shave your legs?
I’m, uh, asking for a friend. Obviously.
Unrelated, I feel like maybe this was a Valentine’s gift for me (from Elana). This actually was a Valentine’s gift for me (from the Boy), which rocks my SVU-lovin’ face right off. Roses, schmoses! What else says love like, “I Huang to be with you!”? Nothin’, that’s what.
