If I forget to shut the garage door on the way to work I have a built-in insurance plan: my husband doesn't leave for work until several hours later. I admit it, I forget.
Today the mighty husband faltered. At first I didn't believe it. I thought I had opened the door by my remote and just forgotten in the 30 seconds between the corner and the garage (believe me, it's possible). I would have continued to believe that I forgot I opened the door until indisputable evidence presented itself: the postman left a package on the door from our garage inside our house. He could have only gotten in there if the door was open.
Holy moly! I'm not picking on the husband because I obviously have a memory made of chocolate pudding. After a small "hurray!" for not being forgetful this time, I quickly surveyed our worldly belongings.
Lawn mower? Still there. Weed eater? Check.
Pegboard full of super awesome power tools? Present.
Broken TV we keep forgetting to take to the recycling center? Yep.
That is awesome. I forgot to lock the front door the other night and nothing bad happened. We forgot to shut the garage and left home for more than four hours and nothing bad happened.
I'm not saying we are getting lazy about our home security, but after the crime scares I hear so often in the newsroom, it's nice to know that Statesville just may be a place where you can keep your door unlocked.
I love our little cookie-cutter community. Neighbors wave. They cook out. They play in the street. They give me a great taste of Statesville.
And they don't snoop through open garages.
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Your Husband is an awesome guy! And your neighbors are fine people.
Was Braddy sick that day?? He is such a responsible young man!
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