Ok, I apologize to all the drug dealers in my area. I extend my sorrow for accusing the low life, petty thieves that frequent the alleys at night. I beg forgiveness of the impoverished pot heads that need a little something that's not theirs to sell for their next fix.
It turns out that my mother-in-law's RV was not broken into, ransacked and robbed. It turns out that my mother-in-law is one of those messies whose cup not only runneth over, but covereth her goodies she doth seek. Her digital camera, camcorder, jewelry tin and tin full of colored pencils and crayons merely got avalanched to the bottom of the stack. It was hidden naturally so well not even she could find them for several days.
On the plus side, it appears that we are being sufficiently aware of securing the doors on our vehicles, house and the RV...for now.
I guess I'll have to stop the surveillance on the guy riding his bike past our house and delete the pictures of the kids walking down the street.
Paranoia may be a psychotic condition, but it does pass the time.
Twist
