One Hell of a Shock I know there are worse things, but it's pretty damn shocking to come downstairs in the morning and find that you've been robbed. Hubby came down first and someone had come in the backdoor, and rifled through loads of things and took off out the front door. Evidently there were like 8 robberies last night in town. At last count anyhow, when the policeman came here first they had been only 5 reported. One of the oddest things is that none on the PCs were touched, nor DVDs or the player, or any of the 'usual' stuff you'd expect to have been grabbed. Just 2 cell phones, my wallet, and some jewelry. I tell ya what, I'm alot calmer now, earlier I was right freaked out. But the police found some of the missing things already. And from here it was my wallet. So all baby pics of my kidlet and such are safe. So now the only irreplacable thing is my pentacle and amythyst. Another freaky thing is that I woke up loads last night, and almost came downstairs to sleep cause Hubby was snoring so loud. Still not sure if it's a good or bad thing I didn't. Anyhow, dunno why the heck I'm babbling on . Maybe just to let everyone know that the myth that you're safe in your own home is a big fat fallacy. And that you don't have to be out to be robbed. The ****ers will come right in while you're right there and screw you over.