seriously.

Take a good look at my car - really - take a look. It is a 1989 baby-blue rust covered disaster. It leaks from the roof when it rains and multiple fluids from it's engine every day. Now I know that it is a beautiful car- but I just can't figure out why people keep trying to steal it!

Hurt it? Sure. This neighborhood is full of trash. Bored worthless idiots who want nothing more than to mess around with stuff that isn't theirs. This poor car has had 3 windows broken in separate incidents - it has had it's tire slashed(I hope)/shot(I hope not!). Just last week a small child ran his bike into the left tail light busting up part of it.

Why would anyone want to take it? We don't even lock it! I have spent considerable time contemplating this question, and I must admit I am no closer to an answer. Beyond any discernible reason, about a month ago someone tried to steal it. Thankfully they were too stupid to do so and instead simply broke the key ignition. With the help of our neighbor J, S broke the steering wheel apart and rewired the car. So every morning I hook up 2 sets of hidden wires so that I can start the car with a pliers. Charming . . I know.

This morning I got in the car and found that once again my beloved van had received some uninvited guests. They brought their own tool (a cheap flat head screwdriver) and tried to steal the van, however they missed the uncrossed wires and were thankfully unable to start it. They went through the van and after much contemplation, left the box of pennies, the chapstick, the small stained glass window, and the small plastic fan - - but took my sunglasses!

And for some reason that is the most irking part. I kind of expect that someday I will look out the window and the van will be gone . . . but my sunglasses? It is simply too much!