On the not so happy side of life, we woke up this past weekend to find out that one of our bikes was stolen from our fenced backyard. It was a little unsettling, since the bike was tucked in right under our living-room window and the idea of someone roaming so close to my home with bad intentions makes me nervous. We live in a good town that, unfortunately, borders a bad town and many people on the border get things stolen. I guess it is an eye opener - after all, we're too close to urban, not wise to leave doors open.
Our therapy? My love and I just cuddled and played with our kitty for an hour and we felt a little better.
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