That we don't live in the best neighborhood. O.k., I actually already knew this. But still, here lately it's really been obvious.
First clue: weed-eater and gas can taken right out of our shed. And this was a while back, before gas prices hit $3.50 a gallon.
Second clue: FBI visit.
Most recent clue: our trash can has been stolen. Twice.
Yes, our trash can. Prince Charming and I actually looked for it last night, after the kiddos were in bed. The real kicker is that this is the second time this has happened. After the first time Prince Charming went out and bought a bigger, heavier can. Which was taken yesterday morning. So what are we supposed to do now, chain our new can to the house? And is it ridiculous to inform the police that your trash can has been taken? I suspect they have better things to do than look for a $15 trash can. But still...
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