Well, we sort of pulled an eat and run at my parents’ house. We arrived last night and spent the night and were planning to stay until mid to late afternoon today, but our stay was cut short. At about 5 a.m., I got a cell phone call. I checked it and noticed it was from a 1-800 number but didn’t think anything of it and went back to bed since I had missed the call. It turns out it was our home security company. About 4 hours later, Andy called to check on things and learned that at 5:12 a.m., the back door triggered the alarm and the police were called when we didn’t respond. 15 minutes later, the inside motion detector and the front door were both triggered. Growing up, we had our home burglarized so I’m more paranoid than the average person. I immediately thought that someone had entered the back door and then burst out the front door when the police arrived. Andy offered another plausible option — that the back door had somehow blown open and then the police, when searching the house, triggered the motion detector and the front door alarms. We raced out of my parents’ house and even left Jude behind since when I told him that we had to leave (with no warning), he threw himself on the ground and started sobbing since he didn’t want to quit playing with his cousins. The whole way home Andy and I were sick to our stomachs thinking about the things we’d never see again like our 2nd car, etc. Thankfully when we arrived home, all was well. Somehow the back door must have blown open or its possible that someone did try to break in but got scared off when the alarm triggered (but unlikely), and then the cops searched the house when they saw the door wide open and they triggered the 2 other alarms 15 minutes later. The cops did a thorough search and I found every closet door open. The cops were even greated with a “Golden Valley Police Department…Your Friends for Life” sign that Jude had just hung up in his new club house under the steps. I’m sure they enjoyed seeing that.