The phone rang at 9:00 a.m. I opened my eye to see Randy squinting at the caller ID. Who would dare call us on a morning that had been deemed sleep late day? (The Princess only allows those mornings to happen on the rarest of occasions.)
"It says Seattle...," he mumbles.
"We know no Seattle. Let it ring.," I moan from under Stoosh.
So, he did. Little did I know, but the next thirty minutes would be the last moments of peace that I would know today.
After Princess H played rooster and we drug our butts from the bed, he checked the message.
It was Amazon calling. They wanted to verify a $240 order that was being made on my account.
Uh, no, what the hell?
After calling to say that I DID NOT order anything, I decided to call the bank and check for any other suspicious activity. My balance was $700 less than what it should have been. Listening to the recent withdrawals, I was able to identify two large electronic withdrawals that we didn't make. $288.43 on the 24th and $249 on the 25th. I looked at Randy i shock..."We didn't spend that did we?"
"Sweety, we never spend that much money unless it is on the Electric bill or rent. No, I don't think that we have gone crazy and spend $600 for no reason.," he explained to my pale stricken face.
He called and reported my card stolen. That is the only action that we could take today, as it is Sunday.
Randy has been reassuring and attempting to comfort me all day. He assures me that the bank is going to give us our money back. I hope so. I PRAY so. I just don't even know what to think.
I feel so wounded. I am sure that the idiots who did this don't even know me. But it feels so personal. $700 is a lot of hours away from my family. It is a lot of food and electricity for my home. It is new shoes, birthday parties, house savings, and popsicles. I am just so .... I am speechless. I am hurt.