Whee, and as I'm catching up on my e-mail I discover that someone (not an employee) was shot over by our loading dock Saturday night. Fun.
The victim was also transported to a hospital 15 minutes away. Which on an intellectual note makes me wonder what equipment is necessary to treat a bullet wound and why our own ER doesn't have it.
Under your car?
You know most criminals are dumb, right?
Under the car sounds like a plan the Trio would try and not be able to do. Hopping in the backseat, sure...
And, you know, why would they? Do people leave the grocery with Secret Microfilm?
Shrift, yeah, Season 1 Homicide is the happiest unhappy place on earth.
Cindy, I don't even have to click the link. I read the news this morning and I know EXACTLY what story you're talking about. Tell Christopher I said NO DRIVING!
Depending on your perspective, it was horrifying or hilarious. For me, both at the same time.
Oh, definitely hilarious.
For weeks afterward there were people writing into the local newspaper claiming that their children had been permanently traumatized by the scene, and that the city council should pass a law prohibiting rabbit desecration at Easter time
I'll bet kids suffer more from their parents' lack of a sense of humor than anything else.
I'll bet kids suffer more from their parents' lack of a sense of humor than anything else.
When I was a kid (second or third grade?), a dog got killed by a snowplow near our school. The body was completely burried, but as spring came, the doggie corpse started peeking through the snow, and each day we could see more of it. The whole thing amused the hell out of me.
Damnation. They're going to kill Hubble.
Is it because the Bible doesn't make any mention of low orbit telescopes, so having one must be WRONG?
When I was a kid (second or third grade?), a dog got killed by a snowplow near our school. The body was completely burried, but as spring came, the doggie corpse started peeking through the snow, and each day we could see more of it. The whole thing amused the hell out of me.
I'm too much of a sap, I guess. Everytime I see a dead dog or cat I have a momentary pang where I worry about a family missing their pet.
My sister and DH participated in a 100 mile bike ride last spring. Well, they were slow. A lot slower than most of the other riders. At some point, six hours into the ride, my sister got so sick of getting passed with the friendly, "On you left!" call that is customary she yelled, "On your left!" to the next piece of road kill they came along.
I'm too much of a sap, I guess. Everytime I see a dead dog or cat I have a momentary pang where I worry about a family missing their pet.
Well as an adult I'm much more empathetic towards the dead animal and the surviving family....