You Really Can't

It was time to buy some Frebrees for my smelly duffle bag (the one that holds my smelly cleats and smells up my room). So I walked outside to my car and saw the hood was ajar. I popped it back into place, and entered my car--only to find one of my little drawers ripped out (and about five dollars of change missing) and the control device for my CD player on the floor.

Fortunately, the CD player itself was in the trunk (along with everything else valuable in my car) so whoever broke in just got my change. At least, I think that's all.

Well, now that I think about it, I don't even know if you can call it a break in. I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure I hadn't locked my doors that last time I drove.

I did the rest of the day.

Plus, my flag football team lost again by one point. Ahhhh!

(I'd originally written "run" instead of "point"--haha, what a dork).

But, after all that, the Twins beat the Yankees.

Man, you never can tell with anything.