I don’t get to call myself a cat burglar. My B & E doesn’t pad on quiet little paws. My B & E clip-clops. I’m about as unobtrusive as a goat. (I had a busy week: 2 break-ins.)
Breaking and Entering #1
I text Daisy.
Jane: r u home yet?
Daisy: sadly, no. dr. appt.
Jane: Great. btw, I’m going to do a B & E on your house.
Daisy: do I care? (Not that it matters, you can break in whenever you want)
Jane: nah. you’re fine with it. I need you not to be home.
Daisy: ok. mammo takes @ hour, errands, then home…long enough?
Jane: Yup. have fun getting mashed.
Daisy: the joy is killing me.
Jane: planting subliminal msg: you are gonna be real hungry or real thirsty for something COLD when you get home.
Daisy: ??? Normal?
Jane: hoisting crowbar, singing hi ho hi ho it’s off to work we go…
Daisy: NO CROWBAR (right?)
