Dear Thief,
Thanks a lot for breaking into my car while I
enjoyed a dinner date with my husband.
Hope it didn’t hurt your heart too bad,
when you had to dig under my baby’s blanket
and toys to get to my Nikon Camera. Surely you'll get
lots of money for the thousands of dollars worth of lenses and equipment
that I had stored in my bag.
I'm sure you probably just chunked the
flash drive and memory card that were with my camera,
but I sure wish you had left them behind....
because then I would still have all my photos
from my Honeymoon and the pictures I took of Hudson just this last month.
Thank goodness you can't erase the memories in my head,
because that's all I have left of the thousands of happy moments
that were digitally stored inside my bag.
You didn't steal my sunglasses, even though you
searched through all the cases.
Guess Juicy Couture isn't good enough for ya, huh?
Too bad I had my Burberry glasses in my purse.
Sucker.
I appreciate you not destroying the handwritten bible verse
that you threw out of my glove compartment.
I saved it from an old scrap piece of paper that my deceased Grandpa
had written on....it mentioned Luke 2:14, which says: "Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth peace,
goodwill toward men."
Obviously you didn't take the time to read it.
Besides feeling extremely violated and terribly sad,
you caused us to miss Shrek the Musical because
we had to file a police report...and it wouldn't really be
fair for the other happy show-goers to have to sit next
to a blubbering mess.
I was really looking forward to seeing that play.
Hope your weekend was a lot better than mine.
--Ashley