Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Burglary...

early saturday morning, bryce and i awoke to the sound of glass crashing downstairs. as we laid in bed scared half to death, bryce whispered, "what was that?!" i obviously had no idea...

bryce instantly got up, walked into the closet and got his shot gun. (i'm assuming he grabbed the one he got as a groom's gift from all his buddies because he hasn't shot it yet...) locked. loaded. he walked out of the closet into a potential war zone...

okay, let's back up so i can give you some background on this. a few weeks ago, we were eating dinner and our door bell rang. it was one of our neighbors coming to tell us that there were three teenage kids creeping around our house. they looked in the back of bryce's truck and walked in our garage and our neighbor said they had walked by three times. the fourth time they walked by, it just so happened that bryce and our neighbor were standing in the driveway.

so, back to the burglary...

for those of you who haven't been in our house, all our bedrooms are upstairs and the downstairs is basically one big circle: front door, hallway, living room, kitchen, dining room, sitting room, front door...you get the point. my first thought was that the burglar would sneak up on bryce because of the lay out of the house, so i grabbed diva, snuggled her really tight because i was TERRIFIED, put 911 in on the cell phone and held my finger on the call button in case something happened. moose, on the other hand, was laying in the closet, obviously concerned about the safety of his mom and dad and sister...pssh!

alas, no gun shots and bryce returns. he then explains to me that one of my pictures had fallen off from the top of the cabinets and shattered. so, no burglary. just poor placement of a large flower print...hello saturday morning, you definitely came in with a bang!

now that the seriousness of the situation had subsided, the thought of bryce grabbing his shot gun now seemed kind of humorous. it was reminiscent of the scene in home alone when macaulay caulkin grabs his bb gun and says "i must protect this house." he then told me that he felt sorry for whoever was looking down the business end of his shot gun because it was full of "turkey shells." now for those of you (like myself) who this means nothing to, apparently that thing would put a hole the size of a basketball in you. yowza...talk about a bad day.

we then realized that moose is a poor excuse for a watch dog...i don't even know if he moved except to grunt with disapproval when bryce turned on the light.

we did decide that if we ever have someone break into our home that bryce is going to shoot them in front of the window...we need new windows in our house:) just kidding...but really...

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