False Alarm

So last night Trav & I were hanging out after Petey went to bed and all the sudden we hear glass crashing and a loud thud coming from our front/dining room. First thing that crosses through both our minds is, oh no, we're being robbed. I promise we're not pessimistic*: remember, we've recently moved to a large, southern California city and have already been in a car wreck, so a burglary wouldn't be too much of a stretch.

Panic sets in and then we both spring up and multiple things happen in about 60 seconds: Trav starts to run to the spare bedroom to get the shotgun out of the safe but decides he doesn't want to leave me alone and so quickly turns around. I start to go for Petey's room but decide to run for my phone to call 911 first.

Then we both sort of realize nothing is really happening (and with hearts beating really fast) we peek around the corner and see that no, we are not being robbed. Whew. It just so happens that a large painting and frame with make quite the loud crash on wood floors. Not to mention a big mess. So luckily we didn't get robbed, we just got scared out of our minds by a piece of fine art.

*Although in my defense, I had been in the middle of reading The Outsiders and was in the mind-set of hoodlums and JDs and rumbles. Trav has no such excuse however.