Invaded

It was a good weekend.

On Friday night, I went to see Bob's band play a gig. It was his first gig since he hurt his knee in January and then had surgery in May. We were both excited for him to play again. I had a fantastic time cheering him on and singing along to the songs. I love watching Bob play his drums.

Then on Saturday, I met up with Katie and Sarah for a girl's night in the city. Katie had arranged for us to stay at her hotel and eat dinner at the hotel restaurant on staff rates...a bargain night at only $60 each! Plus, we went shopping and I scored 3-yes, 3!-pairs of shoes for the grand total of $27!!!! Rock! I love bargains! After dinner, we went back up to the hotel room and spent the evening reminiscing about our lives before boyfriends. Entertainingly enough, I had some of the best stories. I don't know what that says about me...

This morning, we checked out of the hotel and went to lunch. Somehow we got on the topic of having things stolen from us and we all told tales of people breaking into our cars.

Sarah dropped me off at home. I juggled my shopping bags as I walked in through the already open front door. Matt was working on Linda's car out front in the driveway. Lucy, Linda's dog, was playing with a stick. Bob and Isaac were out on the back porch. I put down my bags, showed off my new shoes to the boys who genuinely pretended to give a toss about them, and put the jug on for a cup of tea.

I got my cook books and sat on the couch, ready to make up a menu and shopping list for the week. Bob was playing Battlefield on his computer. Matt and Linda were outside working on the car. Isaac was here, there and everywhere in the house, as usual.

Then I hear Isaac shout. "No man. No."

"My laptop is gone!"

No. He must have put it somewhere. It couldn't have disappeared into nowhere.

Could it?

We looked all over his room. He had used it a few hours earlier and left it on his bedside table.

The power cord was still there.

We were all home.

Someone walked into our house, stole his computer, and walked out.

And we were all at home.

We promptly called the police and reported a robbery. Robbery!

WE WERE ALL AT HOME WHEN THIS HAPPENED.

We went to the neighbor's in the house behind us and asked them if they had seen anything strange. They said that about an hour ago, they saw a young man walk down our driveway and over to our house. A few minutes later, he walked from our house to theirs, knocked on the door, and asked for money for a Polynesian charity fun walk. He had a satchel type bag.

We never saw this man.

Bob and Isaac went for a drive around our neighborhood and asked people if they saw anything similar. Nearly everyone said they had been approached by a man of the same description asking for money for a Polynesian charity fun walk.

Is anything safe anymore?