I went home for Thanksgiving in hopes of working on my characters and taking some home pictures...I never usually take pics of my reclusive parents so I thought it was about time.
We didn't leave for home until Thanksgiving afternoon and I had packed up my sewing machine, fabric and my personal effects. But I left my unfinished dolls on the table in my apartment!
But thats okay because nothing could dampen our spirits after a home cooked meal...until the cops banged on our front door at 1am. Some pre-teens broken into my dad's office (Water and Waste Management) and ransacked the place.
I always said the rez was not a safe place to live.
The pre-teens threw a huge rock into the office window and beat the cash register with an old shovel. To their dismay the register was empty. And they emptied a huge tool bag of its tools. Threw some brand new sockets into a trash bag and left them on the floor beside the shovel.
They raided my dad's desk and found a digital camera, they stole a lap top but didn't seem to recognize the company credit cards that were tossed to the floor.
Then when my dad and his employee were in the office at 2 in the morning boarding up the broken window when some little kid on a bike jiggled the front door (as if he thought it might be open) and rode off down the road to a nearby house.
It gets better.
To add to the hilarity...my 10 year old cousin was on the porch (across the street from the building) and witnessed four kids breaking in. She tried to tell my aunt about it but after she was rebuffed she called the cops on her cell phone. After the call two of the boys split up and broke into a neighboring gas station.
The local security guard drove up and the kids took off.
So it was an interesting Thanksgiving for everyone.
*I'm hoping to complete the male lead, FRANK, Monday night during Chuck and after Heroes*