Dear Hubby and I were sitting in our living room watching television. It was about bedtime, 9:30ish, when our cozy evening was interrupted by the loudest sound of shattering glass. We ducked while the alarm went off and the world just seemed to go crazy.
We are on a corner lot and my first thought was "drive by shooting". The blinds by the double windows in the kitchen were pushed in.
Dear Hubby got a gun and a flashlight and went outside. Someone had picked up one of our decorative garden bricks and threw it into our window. Probably some damn kids. They stole something from me Sunday night. The sense of safety and security that you have in your own home. Gone.
