the cops left a message on the answering machine...

Some of you may recall that a little over a year ago we and several others on our street were robbed (sorry, burgled). I lost a lot of stuff, including my engagement ring and gold watch, not to mention my laptop.

We wrote it off on the insurance and went on with our lives.

Yesterday the cops called. The guy got turned in by his girlfriend. He's in jail, being charged with eighty (yep, 80!) counts of whatever-the-legal-term-is. They suspect it may be a LOT more when they're done investigating.

Sadly, all our stuff is long since pawned. But the guy's in jail. It does make me feel just a little bit better.

Yay ex-girlfriend who turned him in. I wish I could send her flowers.

my occasional f-list disclaimer

Every now and then I think I need to say this again. If you've friended me, and I haven't returned the favor, it's not a diss. I'm just really really busy and have to be careful about timesinks like this place.

I do love y'all. Really. Well, except for you. You know who you are.

flower envy

I am having major flower envy. A co-worker just got the most amazing, astonishing bouquet of eighteen bright pink roses, complete with baby's breath and a huge pale pink ribbon.

They smell delicious, like spiced vanilla frosting, and everyone's making excuses to walk by her desk and look at/smell them.

I admit it, I'm a flower-slut. I adore them. I would have my home filled with flowers on a replaced-weekly basis if I could only afford them. If I were ever to become obscenely wealthy, that's what I'd have before anything else; a standing order at the local florist.

Failing that, I may have to stop by the florist on the way home today and buy myself a carnation or something.