Why couldn't you have taken the $5 bill?

Shocked, sad, heartbroken. Angry, upset, dismayed, disillusioned. Flabbergasted. Confused, hurt and more than PISSED OFF. Am I overreacting? I don't know! All I know is this:

When I left my car to take the puppy in the apartment before going to the store, my Big Brown button was hanging from my rear view mirror. When I returned to the car less than two minutes later, it was gone. I tore my car apart; the button is not there.

Either my button jumped out of the car and went for a walk, then burrowed deep into the car and cloaked itself in an invisibility cloak, or one of my neighbors stole it from my car. My Big Brown button! The button I wore at Churchill Downs while I watched him win the Derby! My souvenir of what could potentially be the first Triple Crown winner in my lifetime. A one dollar item that I wouldn't have traded for one thousand dollars, that I kept with me because it could put a little smile on my face. Every time I got into my car, I had that little reminder of a happy, exciting day, and my mood would brighten. Sure, that part may be a little crazy, but I really treasured that button. Why would someone take that from me? I guarantee that whatever joker took it to be funny or to sell it on e-bay will not get even one hundredth of joy that I got out of my ONE DOLLAR SOUVENIR.

I should be thankful that my Eight Belles button remained safe. I should be thankful that my car wasn't damaged or stolen. But for now, I am sulking. And depressed.

Stupid neighbors!