So, you might have forgotten that I told you I’d share the funny thing that happened last Friday when I was at my parents. But, I didn’t and you’ll love this story. It’s HILARIOUS! LOL

First, just a quick update on the surgery. It was scheduled for 9/25 but they had to change it to 9/27. My sister is only an 8 point match (0ut of 10) so my dad has to have some infusions prior to the surgery. Because of that they had to postpone the surgery for two days. Two days isn’t bad. Luckily, they postponed the benefit concert until later in the year so I’ll probably fly to CA the Saturday before surgery.

OK, so here’s the funny story…

Friday my mom and I took the three kids (3 1/2, 3, and 8 months) to McDonalds for lunch. We didn’t have enough car seats at the house so we walked over and my dad drove to join us. It’s not that far but on the way home I realized it was a little too far for the two older kids who were really dragging. I walked with them and my mom pushed the stroller with the little guy. We split up and the kids and I took a slightly longer route that was off the street so they could ramble at their own pace without fear of cars.

At 1:20 (I remember because I had to get home and get my dad to drive him to dialysis to be there at 1:30) we were almost in front of my parents neighbors house when I heard a motorcycle rev in his driveway. I stood at the end of his driveway and watched as “he” got on the motorcycle and watched the kids to make sure they weren’t in his way. I knew the neighbor would be careful about watching them but it’s habit.

As I was watching him get the motorcycle ready to leave I thought it strange that he was home at 1:20 and it even crossed my mind that it was weird that his truck wasn’t in the drive. But, whatever. (My parents live in a mobile home park and there’s no parking on the street and parking is very limited.) So, he drove off and he seemed a little smaller than normal. And, yes, I did think about all this as I was watching him leave.

I got my dad to dialysis and went back to my parents. My brother and mom ran an errand and I had the three kids. The little guy was sleeping so I put the older two in their swim suits and took them outside to play in the sprinklers. They wanted to go to the pool (and man were they begging for all they were worth LOL) but I can’t take three non-swimmers (one who was asleep) to the pool by myself.

We were out front when the neighbor and his fiancee came over to ask if I’d been outside much that day. “Yes.” Then they asked if I saw two guys ride off on his motorcycle. “Uh, no, just one”. Can I just tell you what a complete and total moron/loser/idiot I felt like at that precise moment in time? Yeah, the big “L” was on my forehead. Just then the police arrived so they left. Minutes later my mom and brother showed up and I told them what an idiot I felt like. In which my mom replies “I saw that kid who always comes over get on his motorcycle and take off. I didn’t think anything of it because he’s over there all the time.” So, my mom went down to talk to the police.

Of course I had to get the rest of the story. So, I went down too. The neighbor drove his motorcycle to work a few days earlier and new there were 40 miles on it. Earlier that week he noticed 300 miles on it and I guess his riding jackets were hanging different on their hooks. Then, he got some cash and put it in a drawer. A day or so later went in the drawer and it wasn’t there. Couldn’t remember where he’d spent it. The next day his fiancee asked where something from their fridge went and neither of them knew. The next day his fiancee couldn’t find her camera. So, Thursday night the wrote down the mileage on the bike and sure enough when he got home there were more miles on it. When he went in the house the laptop was open to a myspace page (not either of theirs), his cologne was missing, and an open can of pop was on the counter. (And you thought I was a loser for not saying something when someone rode off on the bike. LOL)

A while later the police came to our door asking if my mom would identify the kid. His parents had brought him over to the neighbors to find out what was going on. My mom and I took the kids for a walk and she confirmed it was him. As we were getting back to our house we heard the explosion “That’s my *&%$&$# watch, he has my *&%$&$# watch!”. Can you believe the audacity of that kid? He goes with mom and dad to confront the guy who’s house he’s been breaking into, the man who has been trying to be a positive influence on him, the guy who’s befriended him wearing the watch he STOLE from him.

Needless to say the kid (I say kid, he’s 15) went to jail. I’m interested in hearing more of this story. My brother thinks it’s the most hilarious (in a sad, crazy way) thing he’s ever heard of. (Don’t worry — we don’t think it’s funny that our neighbors and friends got their house broken into, this kids stupidity is hilarious.)

Oh, wait I almost forgot. The kid put so many miles on the bike that he had to put gas in it. Yeah, he “stole” the bike but gassed it up for him. And, he was sure to return it each evening before they got home from work and put it exactly where they found it. But, I can say he was safe…he borrowed the helmet and riding jacket too so he’d be safe.

Please tell me you can see some humor in this.

Till later…