R.I.P Jeeper

You won't believe this. Our car has been stolen. Yep! It's ok, you can laugh--- I did. Who's car gets stolen? Let's be honest here. Apparently the D.C. area is the #1 car theft capitol of the world, according to Officer Barnes. Who knew? Anyway my sister came pounding on my door (I was vacuuming, so I didn't hear my phone ringing over and over) and tells me that Jake had been trying to call me because our Jeep had been stolen. I seriously started laughing. And then I started crying. And then I laughed again. Just last night, Jake and I were laying in bed and he said these words: "Ya know, we're lucky because nothing really bad has happened to us since we got married." Real great. Lo and behold! So when I finally got a hold of Jake, he made me laugh so hard because he said that when he walked back out on the street of the ghetto neighborhood he was selling in, the first thing he thought was: "Oh my gosh. The jeep is gone. Those basses stole my lunch!" HA! Anyway, just thought this might help us all to count our little blessings here and there--be thankful you have cars. We're working on getting ours back somehow, even though I'm basically positive little jeeper is sitting someone getting stripped of all its worth. Oh, and don't worry. Hidden in the jeep was only 2 ipods, 1 GPS system and about $600 worth of CD's. You gotta love that. Oh life.