There was also a considerable pile of bags in the garage from our week of cleaning/painting/etc. I opened the garage and started farming out all the trash because it wouldn't all fit in our bin. After about 5 minutes of doing this I just stopped and stared at my driveway. Here is my thought process for the next few minutes.
Where's my van?
Did hubby sneak out to get a milkshake or something?
Maybe he's playing a trick on me.
He couldn't have come downstairs and left without me seeing him.
I put the last bags in a bin and head inside. Sure enough, hubby is still sitting at his computer listening to the debate.
"Um, hun, do you know where the van is?"
"I parked it behind my car."
"It's not there."
"Are you sure?"
We both go and look again, just in case I had suddenly developed a rare disease which caused mini vans to no longer register in my brain.
Sure enough it was gone. We asked all of our neighbors if they'd seen it just in case. The next few hours dragged and we knew we were going to have a hard time sleeping. It seems there was quite the crime spree in our neighborhood last night. Several cars were broken into in addition to our van being taken.
The scary part is it all happened right under a bright street light while we were all home and we never noticed!
The good news is the police found our van around 2:00am--still warm and not far away. By 3:00am it was processed and back in our garage where it will stay until-- 1) we re-key it (because they kept the valet key, more on that in a minute) or 2) we move.
- If you park in the drive way, remember to lock your car (we usually do, but in the craziness it was missed last night.)
- Don't leave your valet key in the van. It's better to just call triple A if you get locked out.