Thievery

I’m a flag girl. You know, the pole attached to the front of the house with a flag for every holiday and every season. I even have a birthday flag with detachable numbers to announce how old the members of my family are. I love my flags!

Saturday afternoon, I back the van into the driveway to give her a little wash and vacuum. I suddenly realized that there’s no flag in the bracket. No pole, no flag. What the? I look in the corner of the garage where the flag often goes when it gets really windy. Nothing there. I call Micah to see if maybe he’d taken it down and put it somewhere else. Nope, he hasn’t seen it. I walk all around the house, thinking maybe it had come out of the bracket and been picked up by the wind. Nada.

Son of a b*tch! Someone stole my flag! My pole too! The worst part is, now I’m hesitant to replace the pole and get a flag back out there. They stole my flag security. Right before Mr. Turkey went out for Thanksgiving.

There will be another flag out there in the near future, although the bracket may be moved closer to the front door and there may be video surveillance. Micah even talked about a pulley system with a shotgun. I’m ruling nothing out. Don’t mess with my flags. And don’t even think about walking off with a purple flamingo.

The kiddos didn’t have school yesterday, but they spent the day at school in the care of the before/after care group. I was emptying their lunchboxes in the evening and noticed that Evan hadn’t eaten his sandwich. I asked him why and he told me that he didn’t like that kind. Minutes later, I open Hannah’s lunchbox and she hadn’t eaten her sandwich either. Evan didn’t know why. I’m thinking, my poor babies going hungry because they didn’t eat their sandwiches. I ask what they ate and Evan tells me that they ate the snacks that were in their lunchboxes. I say, no wonder you guys were hungry.

Later, Micah is getting lunches ready for today and is looking for the lunchboxes. I tell him they’re in the frig because no one ate their sandwich. “Oh, that’s right, they had pizza today,” he says. What? Here I’m feeling sorry for them thinking they’d gone hungry and the little turkeys had pizza!

Someone, somewhere in this cubicle farm where I reside does not have their computer muted. I keep hearing the “ping” of a command box. Ugh. Really? Knock it off.

Oh yeah, and now that my BFF has a blog, I'm really going to make an effort to keep mine up to date.