And today…a little phone dump of photos.
These are instagramed versions of the photos Aric took. (I don’t think you are really supposed to do that. But I prefer all my photos to be instagramed….)
Upon leaving the family reunion on Saturday, Randie discovered that she had sprained her ankle terribly. She couldn’t walk on it at all.
She was in horrible pain all the way home when we called to let them know. “Um. Be prepared. We have been robbed.”
So after the adults did a quick inventory, all 16 of us waited in the driveway for the police.
We propped Randie’s ankle up on the car.
Things were looking awesome….
We discovered that Papa’s daily prescription meds were among the stolen items.
So essentially we were all in the driveway–pacing–making phone calls to police, doctors, pharmacies.
We had 9 completely freaked out children, one person who couldn’t walk. Papa didn’t have his needed meds. We were all mourning some sort of loss. A couple of our boys in tears over beloved guitars. The house was a disaster. I was freaking out about changing passwords and logins since my whole life was gone with my computer. Mertie’s toothbrush was taken with the medicine bag…the rest of us were terrified to use the remaining toothbrushes.
We were quite the crew.
After the police came, the boys carried Randie inside to the destroyed house…
I do believe at this point, we all managed a little laugh.
I mean…what else do you do?
We all just sat there. And some friends brought us pizza.
It seemed appropriate.
Under the rubble in the master bedroom, we found this:
Um. That’s not ours.
A little creepy.