Phew

Last night, some random drunkard busted into our house. We heard banging on the front door, like some one was trying to open it, but we didn't think much of it. Later, Ricky comes into the house to wake up the boys, saying that there is a drunk Mexican in their room. He woke Johnny up and was asking for Nehemiah. Johnny was like "wtf, why don't you come later during the day when every one is awake?" and the guy is like "I like the night more. Me meto en muchas broncas" or whatever. Then he goes on to tell Johnny that he went into the main house too: into the kitchen and other places, just walking around, then to the boys room. "There are so many computers in here!", he said "I could've easily robbed and killed you." So after a while of this, Johnny got him to go outside and there they waited for Nehemiah. Apparently, this man was a "friend" of Nehemiah's and he had offered this man a job as a gardener some months back. Anyways, he left and we're all okay, as are our possessions. I was so scared:D. I think we will be locking up the house from now on....and getting some better dogs. Stupid dogs. No one even heard them barking and they didn't do anything. Anyways, that's the end of my super eventful last night. Keep in your prayers:D