Have you seen my car?

The day started out quite well with the eldest and I beginning our "girl day" at King's Books' Wayzgoose. But then we headed to the land of Tar-zjay for a few things and walked out to find our car gone. (For the record, the Tar-zjay employees, security folk and the Tacoma Police were beyond phenomenal and kind in helping me navigate reporting my stolen car in my bit of a shaken state. I don't think I could have asked for better response and service other than them perhaps pointing out that I'd just walked past my car 10 times in the 20 minutes I searched for it ... which I did not. It's really gone.)

So if you happen to see a 1989 blue Toyota Camry, license plate 459 WSO ... please call the police and report it. It's a very old car. Very faded on top. There is rust at the bottom of the passenger side door. The driver's side door lock doesn't work. There's an old bumper sticker that says "MARRIAGE = (then a faded out heart)". It's full of trash, a car seat, water bottles, trash, my Wayzgoose goods, a craft book I bought at King's Books, and more trash. Oh, and my eldest's way-too-small rain coat that she just would NOT give up these past four years. And perhaps a Tully's cup or two. Crap -- and some meeting notes I had not yet transcribed.

Now, the funny thing is, they stole my car, but the most valuable stuff they got were those notes, the craft book and my Wayzgoose stuff. I'd rather like them back. And maybe the deodorant that was in the glove box. It was new. Ehh ... nevermind, they can keep the deodorant ... if I get the car back, I can't be confident as to where it's been.

And I think we're going to have to beg the owner of Guinea Pig Press if she'll let us buy another card, as the eldest really, really liked those cards ... and now it's gone. Sitting lonely in the back seat of our car ... somewhere. I'm still optimistic that perhaps we'll get it back ... but not expecting it, either.