Many years ago, I had a gold Toyota Tercel wagon and I loved that car.  Then one day someone stole it right out of our driveway.  I was devastated.  Today, for a few minutes, I thought Casper had gone the same way. 

     As usual, I woke up, had my coffee, and took the dogs out.  The first trip outside with Gavin I didn’t notice Casper wasn’t in the driveway.  I knew DH was gone, his truck wasn’t there, but my missing van didn’t register.  It didn’t register until I took Patty out.  Mind you I’d only had one cup of coffee.

     I was standing there waiting for her to tinkle when it dawned on me that Casper wasn’t in the driveway.  Having already been a car theft victim once it was the first thing that went through my mind.  “Where’s my car?  OMG!”  Don’t panic…think.  “Call the police…no, call DH first.”

     I dragged Patty inside, grabbed the phone, and hit the speed dial.  Two rings, he answered, and I stuttered, “M-my car!  It isn’t here.”

     “I have it.  My truck is in the shop.  I took it over, they brought me home, and I took your car to go over to my mother’s house.”

     “Expletives deleted.  Why didn’t you let me know?  More expletives deleted.  I almost called the police.”