I was going to write this cutesy little post about my sweet dog and how he stayed by me all weekend while I was sick.  Picture included, of course.  Then you could talk to your computer screen in your best doggie voice and tell him what a nice dog he is and then write me pity comments for being sick.  The truth is, I was sick and Ike did follow me from the couch, to the bathroom, to the bed repeatedly and it was heartwarming.  But after Sunday afternoon, I have other things on my mind.

Because I was sick and had some work at the office that I needed to do, Justin offered to go get it for me and bring it home.  Awww thanks, sweet husband!  He left and about 20 minutes later, sent me a text that worried me and then didn’t answer when I tried calling him 14 times.  *Emily starts to freak out*  So I shoved my sweat pants into some boots and put on a hat to cover the sickly bed head I had going on and drove down to the office.  Of course thinking the worst, but trying to convince myself I’m overreacting, Justin called back when I was about a block away.

Apparently two guys were able to pick the lock in the lobby and then made their way to our floor.  After knocking and trying to open our locked door, they started trying to break in using a screwdriver.  Justin propped his weight against the door and called 911 and as soon as they heard him talking to the police, they ran.

My emotions have gone from freaked out to angry, back to freaked out to really angry, finally settling on feeling pity for those men.  I will never understand the thrill that people get from violating other people.  If you really wanted a canvas, we could have worked something out!  🙂

I’m not sure why I’m writing about this.  Partly to get it off my chest, partly to say I’m frustrated and partly to say I’m thankful.  I’m thankful because this is the best case scenario.  Justin is not hurt.  No one else is hurt.  And I will continue to believe that people are innately good.  But we’re getting better locks.  And stuff.