There's a Squash in My Purse

This was the scene in my driveway at 7:00 this morning when I got up. Makes you go Hmmmm, doesn't it. Yes, dear readership, we had another break-in. The thieves were smarter this time than they were the last time. So the quad was stolen, as were 3 chainsaws, many tools, a laptop, possibly Shaggy's bike...he said he put it away beside Zoomer's bike and now it's gone...Zoomer's bike is still here...at least they didn't take Thumbelina's bike:
Shaggy fixed it up and painted it for her. She loves it. Forensics was even called. And then Shaggy went out with his CSI kit after they left looking for footprints and fingerprints. He found lots.

Meanwhile, our Pal left his truck at a dining establishment in town over night because he went home with his girlfriend. This morning his truck was out of gas. Empty. As in not a drop left. And he didn't leave it that way.

Wednesday night at church, our pastor was giving away produce from his garden, so I took home a squash. And put it in my purse. And then Zoomer and I went to the grocery store...with a squash in my purse...I was actually quite nervous that a grocery store employee would notice it and report me. Could you just picture the headlines? Local Woman Arrested for Pursing Produce Oy. Zoomer thought I was over-reacting. We didn't get caught. And the next time I go to the store, I'll try to remember to leave the squash in the truck.