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Today I am thankful for pictures. 

Today, someone sent me a link to Shannon's Facebook page and instructed me to use their account to log in and view it.  I viewed it.  I printed off three pictures.  I signed off and blocked her so I can't access her ever again. 

I now have a picture of the blond woman who tried to break into my house standing next to a red truck that looked exactly like the one that pulled into the driveway.   

Yes, my stalker is indeed my sister-in-law Shannon.

The woman had the thinnest blond hair.  It was horridly thin and straight.  That is the hair that Shannon sported in her picture last summer. 

Shannon is my stalker. 

I also have a photo of the man who harassed me as I left a lunch with my high school sweetheart.  It is her fiance, Doug. 

I'm going to take Doug's photo down to my old office and see if my former colleagues peg him as the man who trespassed in their offices.  The city where I worked will charge me $5 to pull the old police report and add to the file. 

What in the heck do these jokers want with me? 

Someone changed my Facebook password this morning.  It was the name and birthday of my current crush. 

I changed it again.  It is an anagram of the names and birth dates of every man I've ever seen naked.  If I'm a slut, it's a long password.  If not, it shouldn't be impossible to crack. 

I hope they have fun with that. 

I still don't know why they are stalking me. 

The cops say that Mike is putting them up to it.  

Mike says that his mother is putting his sister up to it. 

Why?  If Shannon is successful in her own right, why would she harass me? 

This makes no sense. 

I'm still confused. 

I'm almost to the point of making little Shannon and Doug voodoo dolls to grace my garden.  If they go missing, my new security cameras will capture the image of the thief. 

In the meantime, I'm going to the police.  I'm fairly certain that I can still file a police  report on Shannon trying to enter my home. 

Now...if you are an estranged sister-in-law and you want something out of the house of your former in-law....don't break in...ASK!!! 

Love ya,

S. 

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