Sunday, August 10, 2008

So I woke up yesterday morning to a cop car in my driveway. The dogs started barking...I didn't even hear them knock. Then I peak out my window to see a Colleyville copcar sitting in my driveway. I yell to Ashley who is in the shower that the police are here and of course her question was WHY? I started getting really nervous....like maybe I hadn't payed a ticket or something, or a member of my family had passed away.

I go ahead and open the door and the police woman says, "Are you the owner of this house?" I said yes, and she goes on to explain that apparently the night before a couple of kids got a little too roudy on Hall Johnson and took a baseball bat to every mailbox on Hall Johnson. She took my name and birthday and phone number and said to call this number in a week and that my home insurance should pay for the damages. She also asked me how much it would cost to replace and I said, "I don't know I've never bought a mailbox.... 50 bucks???" Where do you even buy mailboxes... Home Depot?

So now my mailman can barely fit our mail into our mailbox until I can find a new one. Ours actually isn't as bad as the others...some of the others have like a baseball bat hole through them. Stupid teenagers.