Last night, my car was broken into and my laptop was stolen.

I was en route to a party and swung by a freind’s apartment to pick them up. I went upstairs, and within 30 minutes… in broad daylight… in the middle of safe Seattle, someone knocked out my backseat passenger-side window, grabbed my black laptop bag (with my laptop, journal, and Bible… yes, Bible) and made off without anyone noticing.

These things happen, folks.

If you know me well enough, you know that my laptop is my baby. It’s the first thing I grab in the morning aside from my Bible and my… well… nevermind. When Katrina hit Mississippi in 2005, I could only run 2 items off our battery… I opted for the TV and my laptop… leaving me without a fan.

My laptop was my baby. From Mississippi to Alabama to Seattle… when I was jobless without a car, I still had that freakin’ laptop.

But it’s just a laptop… and there are thousands of people all over this world who only wish their greatest concern today was a missing laptop.

Luckily, the majority of my photos were backed-up in another location. My iTunes library can be retrieved in a moments notice once I get a new computer. However, random items were not backed up… and they are gone forever.

If nothing else, let my experience be an encouragement for all of you to swing by Best Buy today and grab an external hard drive to save all of your info.

The Howell Family Curse of the Cars never seems to end.

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