I'm with the Minister, I think. And not just cause I want a franchise.(Although I'd better send people, no? After a few times, Wheels of Death get noticed.)

erika, have you read Infinite Jest? There's a group in it known as the wheelchair assassins, iirc.

I'm not certain I can really recommend reading the whole thing, but you might want to skim through for passages relating to this feared and deadly group.

Dammit.

I wish we had a peephole.

Someone knocked on the door. I thought it was probably our neighbor, but went to check at the window before opening the door.

It's a very shabbily dressed man that I don't know. Could be homeless, might be one of the contractors working next door just dressed that way because it's dirty work. But I'm still not about to open the fucking door to a man I don't know when I'm home alone with my baby. Call me a coward, call me heartless, but that's the way it is.

He knocked again twice, and yelled, "Hello!" And he's probably harmless, but STILL.

I just wish we had a peephole so I didn't have to feel like such an ass about it.

I think he's gone now. But if he's still there in about 15 minutes when I finish what I'm working on back here and take Annabel into the front room to eat, I'll be real tempted to call 911.

And not just cause I want a franchise.

You totally get a franchise.

I'm icky about removing the feeding tube as a means of euthanasia myself, but in this particular case she can't feel pain anyway.

that's a really tough thing to ask someone to do in a professional capacity

Asking a medical professional to do it is basically asking them to forfeit their license to practice and perhaps face prison time.

It makes me sad that we allow our pets to die with more dignity and comfort than our loved ones.

That's rough, Susan. It's not your duty to open your door to anyone who knowcks on it, though.

If it makes you feel better, my mother and I used to hide from the Jehovah's Witnesses whenever they were in the neighborhood. I can see her now, sitting on the floor in the kitchen below the window so the missionaries wouldn't know we were home...

Asking a medical professional to do it is basically asking them to forfeit their license to practice and perhaps face prison time.

I thought so, but I didn't want to guess. Thanks for confirming that for me.

Yes, I have!(To get laid, because I'm so smart I'm stupid...didn't work) But I know all about the AFR! Too bad my French is all "coq au vin" and "Voulez vous coucher avec moi?"

Don't open your door if you don't know who's on the other side, okay?

Woman in San Francisco got her head beat in with a paint can by a schizophrenic homeless guy last year. He knocked on her door. She opened it up. Don't do that.