Petit-mal Auto

I’ve told this story about two hundred times this week but someone stole our car on Sunday night. Grand theft auto. I don’t imagine it was actually grand, it was a ho-hum theft auto job I’m pretty sure. I’m curious who stole it. Was it like amateur criminals or like someone who’s part of a huge ring and it's like their day job / night job to hotwire people’s cars?

I had my writing backpack in the trunk which isn’t a huge loss since the zipper was splitting and I can’t read any of the print in the books because I have old lady eyes and reading isn’t fun when you have to guess at the words. I guess that’s how my kid feels, learning to read.

It’s weird if criminals go through your shit. I had an extremely bad smelling pair of tennis shoes in the front seat because we’d run the Davis Stampede and I jogged the whole three miles but then I was all paralyzed and crippled and couldn’t walk right and couldn’t get all my shit out of the car.

I’m embarrassed if criminals went through my stuff and made fun of it. I hope we get our car back.