yes, quinn had to open up a can last weekend.
on friday night we hung out at a friend's house until about 11:30, and as we pulled into our driveway we saw two guys jump out our back window! (ok, i won't use exclamation points throughout my whole story...but just know that i am writing it with a fast pacing heart and wide eyes). i have never seen anyone run so fast and hop fences with so much ease as i did quinn that night. he chased them down and eventually caught one of them while i called 911 and stayed with my sleeping baby.
now here's the fun part. after quinn has hopped a few fences, ripped his shorts, and landed in the mud, he caught the guy and got him in a choke hold. the loser then has the audacity to grab my man's jewels...yep, the family jewels. oh boy, that was not the right thing to do. now if you know quinn, i'm sure this will be hard (and fun) for you to imagine. he proceeds to deck the guy as hard as he can, oh, and woops...he still has the keys in his hand. the dude tells quinn that he won't run and they come up to the side of the road to wait for the cops. in the meantime, the idiot (lets see how many adjectives i can use for this imbecile) tries to smoke but quinn is like, "get that corn outta my face", pulls it from his lips and chucks it. even at a time like that i couldn't help but think how hot the protective side of quinn is.
i could make this story even longer, but to shorten it, we caught both jack a's and got all of our stuff back. they are still in jail and we are going to press charges to keep them in there for as long as we can.
bastards.
(sorry, mom, for the vulgarity. you know i never cuss...but there's something about someone stealing from you that brings it out in me).