Brian and Brice got up this morning and walked across the driveway to Brian's truck. On their way back across the driveway they noticed something. Something was different. Something didn't seem quite right.
Um, my car was gone. They didn't have to walk around my very large SUV because it was gone. Vanished. Disappeared. Apparently someone decided they needed it more than we did so they took it.
It's a very odd feeling to walk outside and notice your car is gone. I really liked my SUV. We all fit into it. We could travel and still have a little wiggle room. I miss my Armada.
Fortunately, we have insurance. We actually sort of hope they do not locate my car and if they do that it is totaled. Who would want their vehicle returned after someone has gone who knows where and done who knows what with it. Not me. I assume if someone is bold enough to sneak into a family friendly neighborhood and steal a large car right out from under our noses they are most likely not going to use it to deliver meals to the elderly.
I really don't want it now. They can have it.
Thank goodness for insurance and rental car coverage.
BOLO (that's police lingo for be on the lookout) for my 2008 Silver Nissan Armada. It has 3 car seats in the rear and my brand new stroller in the back. Okie tags. Zoo pass sticker on the windshield. Dang thieves.