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The time before last (when my parole officer friend visited)...
Someone broke into our house in the middle of the night. It was five minutes after I turned off the lights for the night, so whoever it was almost had to have been watching and waiting. I called my parents two block away to ask if they were borrowing anything this late at night. Nope. My hubby was gone with the army, and I called him to ask if he was home early. Nope. The 911 operator asked him why he was making the call instead of me. He told them, "She's busy loading her weapons and throwing the kids behind the bed." That seemed to satisfy them, but my dad still arrived before the police did. He knew that chances were he would encounter an intruder or an armed ItWasMe, so he sent my largest dog in ahead of him. We let the police check out the house when he arrived shortly after. We found the point of entry, but appeared the intruder left before my dad/dog arrived. I think he/she wasn't sure if the dogs had a doggie door and access to the house.
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"Ok, no more truth-or-dare until somebody returns my underwear" ~ George Lopez
I bake cookies just so I can lick the bowl. ~ ItWasMe
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