A big Eff off to the person who smashed my window and stole my purse today.

And scared my boys.

And had me sweating in the park, cleaning instead of tending to my boys.

Screw you!

And have fun with a target GC totaling 10 bucks and another for Barnes and Noble…do you even read?

What a great decision you made, thief.

You got a bunch of receipts, sure that bothers me, the person who takes back clothes if they tear within six weeks, but I can’t imagine you have any use for them.  Oh and stool softeners.  Have fucking fun with those.

Yes, you got my Christmas Gucci, but you know what, I can deal with that.  Do I like that my new purse is gone?  Not so much.  But here’s a secret  It was the cheapest purse I own, so yes, in the scheme of things, I’m okay with that purse being stolen.

I talked with the boys tonight, and it saddens me, angers me that they are so concerned with you.  They are mad that someone would break into the car, mad you stole my purse.

I was worried about my license and credit cards.  Too bad, so sad.  They are actually hidden and not in my purse.  You were too lazy to search my car.

And my beloved pictures, the brag book?

That was the ONLY thing I was worried about: not the GC’s  or the checkbook from my savings account.

It was the pictures.  The ones I actually print instead of just keeping on the computer.  Those were what I would miss the most.  I can deal with the bank on Monday, get my window fixed on Monday.  But the pictures…the ones when Goose was a baby, when Squirt looked like a completely different kid, Baby Hulk turning 2, Chel with the Dogs…those all are sacred to me.

The second I walked in the door, I found my other purse.

And there they were.  I hadn’t moved the brag book to my other purse.

I was happy.

Then I remembered, the pictures, they didn’t matter either.  Those are things.  What’s important are the kids:  they had been playing completely unaware until we were leaving.

They matter.

And they are okay.

But still, screw you, asshole, who felt the need to break into my car.