My mom’s dog Jack is visiting for a week while she is on vacation. He is too little to leave alone for 8 hours, so he has come to work with me everyday. He reminds me of a teeny-weeny ewok.

Tuesday afternoon our house got burglarized. We can’t figure out how they got it, but got in they did, and stole our stereo system and speakers that weren’t nailed to the wall, a digital camera, a DVD player, a cordless drill and, wait for it…a VCR. I am actually a little embarassed to admit that I OWN a VCR, I can’t even imagine someone would go to the trouble of breaking in and stealing someone else’s.

Anyway, police were called, insurance companies were called, CSI DC stopped by, the landlord brought beer, neighbors clicked their tongues, it was a rockin’ good party. Locks got changed yesterday and we will now religiously use the alarm system.

The worst thing, as most people who get burgled would probably say, is not the stuff that is missing so much as the thought that someone came into our space uninvited. Hopefully he (I say *he* cause a neighbor actually saw someone walking down the street with a box of speakers that afternoon, and it was a he) has at least a few holes in his leg from Moose, who seemed a little confused but unharmed when we got home that night.

But as a salve to the week, the new Giant around the corner from our fortress (home) opened this morning. There is a big discussion on the local yahoo group about the parcel pickup lane out front (which IS ridiculous and completely unnecessary and BUTT-ugly, but that is another post) but overall, the store is great. Everything in the aisles is perfectly lined up and beautiful and they have an entire aisle dedicated to beer and wine - what could be better? We’ll see what it is like when all the executives lurking in the aisles have gone back to their corner offices, and it is just us locals haunting the place…