was the sound of my doorbell at 6:30 this morning. Hmmm, someone's using the front door - that's the first clue we don't know them. Everyone we know comes to the back door.
Quick check of my clothing status - all good - tee shirt and jammy pants. Hubsters - not so good. That's all I say about that and the fact that clothing status resolved who would go to the door.
I reluctantly sat my coffee down, turned off the Weather channel and went to the door only to see through the side lights a County Sheriff. Great. He must have seen my last post about the poor state of my plant or my yard or my hair. Nope, wrong on all accounts - phew!
Seems some of the locals were out having a bit of fun last night and decided to annihilate most of the mailboxes in a rather large area of the county. Some boxes only had the doors damaged, some were bashed in but still standing, and a few of us lucky ones had total death.
So, guess what we get to add to our list of things to do?
I'm still trying to figure out why the Sheriff needed my full name and date of birth. Am I a suspect?
What I want to know is why my "fool proof" alarm system was not doing its duty...
I have three Shelties. Need I say more?
They must have been the most quiet mailbox bashers in history.