Cool But Crazy
I went shopping yesterday for a new air conditioner. When I came home I went to the bedroom to put on my bikini to be cooler until Pookie hooked up the new a/c when he got home from work. I walked into the bedroom to see a scary surprise. My bedroom had been torn apart! Clothes were everywhere. On the bed, the floor, hanging off the lamps and the ceiling fan. My leather whip was also hanging from the ceiling fan. Drawers were open and on the floor. All of my toys were all over the place as well. All of my stuff had been gone through and thrown around the room. The polaroids that Pookie took of me a few weeks ago were everywhere (and now that I think of it they are kind of sticky).The sheets were ripped off the bed and the mattress was half on the floor. I ran to the phone and called 911 to report I had been robbed. Luckily the kids had a play date so they were not home. The police showed up pretty quickly. I was in the front yard pacing, scared to go back inside in case someone was still there. The police went in and made sure no one was there hiding. They then had me come in to tell them what had been taken. I was dumbfounded. I just assumed I had been robbed because the place was a mess. I did not actually notice if anything was actually missing. The cops took pictures and dusted for fingerprints, which they did not find. They could not find any signs of forced entry. They then asked me to look around and see what if anything was missing. I was feeling so flustered with so many emotions. It took awhile to go through everything. I put things away while I tried to think of what might not be there. The police were very kind which made it a lot easier on me. I was feeling a bit foolish and embarrassed. I eventually realized the only thing I did not see was that hot red outfit Chester bought me. It could have been anywhere in the house or in the mess. I did not think it was significant so I did not tell it to the police. They hung out in the kitchen eating some muffins I had made for breakfast. They said it could just be some sick peeping tom. They said there was a few reports in the area recently. They eventually left and I sat on the couch feeling mentally and physically exhausted. Just then Pookie came home with the kids and I realized in all the craziness I forgot to call and tell him what had happened. I sent the kids to their play room with some soda and gummy worms to keep them busy long enough for me to fill Pookie in. He was concerned but felt better that nothing was really taken. We are getting new locks on the doors and Pookie is thinking of getting one of those security systems. I just feel really violated. I want to know who did this and why. I am thinking of hiring Chester to keep an eye on the house for me and maybe find out who did this. Whew! If it is not one thing it is another in my world! At least now I am nice and cool. Toodles!