So, seems like everyone wants to know...who did it?
The guilty is none other than my husbands brother.
Yea, he came in our house while we were out to dinner.. We had driven seperately, him coming from work, me from home. After dinner, my husband took the boys to the movies, then I went home with Zemi after stopping for a few groceries. We were not expecting him at all. I did ask him after coming upon the crime scene if it was him that did it. He denied it. Many many many minutes later, he confessed. Just before my husband was going to call the police.
All I can say is thank God for text messaging, because without I would have been able to get ahold of NO ONE. Maybe I will post all my text message conversations from that night.
We told a group of friends about this on Saturday night, and they were all laughing their butts off. Yes, me too.
Anyhow....paybacks are a you know what, dear brother-in-law...
I don't like being afraid like that. One hour of the most scared I have ever been thus far in life.