Mom says I have to blog this...

Last August, Anna was baptized. The day was quite busy getting ready for the big event and as usual we were running late. The baptism took place later in the evening at around 6:30 or 7:00. This means that we were getting home around 9:00. I hustled out of the van and the kids followed behind me. As I unlocked the back door and opened it, there was a loud crashing sound. My first instinct was to shoo the kids back into the van, shut the door, run to the van, get out of the driveway as fast as possible, and call the police. The men in blue arrived fairly quick. While they were investigating the inside of the house, I waited with my sister and her husband. They had come by right behind us that night (I believe Mike was going to look at my garage door to fix it or something like that). One of the policeman came back outside and told me, "Well, the house is empty, but you'd better come in and have a look around with me. The drawers are pulled out, there's stuff all over the floor, and cabinets are wide open. It looks like they've ransacked the place." Not knowing what I might find, I went in behind the officer. Embarrassingly, I had to tell him, "Oh, no this is pretty much the way my house usually looks."

Incidentally, the intruder ended up being a broom. When I opened the door, the draft caused a broom handle to slam hard against the tile floor, sounding like someone in the house.