CSI Cabana

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So unfortunately we were robbed this week. Very weird. They took my jewellery, loose change and Tony's passport. They walked past Tony's MP3 player, left my passport which was next to Tony's and left other expensive items. They tidied up so well after themselves we were in the cabin more than half an hour before we realised. Obviously we were a little shaken up and confused but now we are having to buy new a ticket home for Tony as he cannot travel through the USA with the temporary passport. Im a little sad about this as I dislike flying and its a waste of money as he has a flight home! We are grateful to God that we were not in and that more wasn't taken. one fun part of all this was the police coming to our little cabin to "CSI" it up! they were good sports and let us take pics of them!




So you may wonder what he is doing rummaging around in this box of ladies personal things. I'm ashamed to admit that I hid my jewellery in here, thinking that any real man would look into the box see the tampons and back away quickly. No. He ( the bad burglar man) rummaged through and found the good stuff. Note to all ladies: Men are not as scared of these things as we imagine!






Comments

Anonymous said…
how do you know it was a man ( Dad )
9 April 2011 at 13:09
Joe McWilliams said…
You are in my prayers! So glad you're both alright.
11 April 2011 at 21:01
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