Thou Shalt Not Steal, Because Thou Art A Moron

An open letter to the brain surgeon who went to all the trouble of breaking out the teeny weeny little window in our back door of our old house, then apparently destroyed the dead bolt when they still couldn't reach the lock:

Good job! We at Studio Whipping Boy hope that wading through a freezing house full of dust, mildew and piles of garbage nobody wanted enough to take with us was exciting and fun for you. We also couldn't help but notice that you chose not to take the antique silverware and high-end liquor that were accidentally left behind in plain sight in the kitchen.

You're the best burglar(s) ever. Keep up the good work, and have a safe and hilarious holiday season!

Update Post

I still don't know what I want to do to celebrate turning 27. Maybe I could go to a rock shop and buy myself something shiny...or to the Humane Society to adopt myself something furry.

Argh, conflicted! And sleepy!

At 1:30 in the morning, somebody started pounding on either my bedroom window or the back door (had stereo on, so I couldn't hear well). They were very insistent, so I ignored them.

Damn, I thought the Crack Fairy had learned to read the 'no begging' signs. :(

Also, my wrist is killing me again. I worked too many hours in a row without resting it. Thank god for this brace.