Steph, please to not get ax-murdered. At least not by people we don't even know. That's what the internets are for!
For those following along at home, the Post Office's official answer to my question is "no way to tell."
So I made minion go back downstairs and retreive the
six hundred
envelopes thus misaddressed. He in turn made
his
minions (summer interns) print out six hundred "Canada" stickers and affix them to the envelopes.
I know of 5 murders in a 2 mile radius since I moved here. One was a store robbery, one a drug thang, and three were family-related (little kids killed. It's at trial now. It was really horrific.) OK, now no one will ever visit again.
I get all the avocados from Mozambique, okay? Which I will sprinkle with sea salt and eat with a spoon and a portuguese roll. Best.dinner.ever.
the Post Office's official answer to my question is "no way to tell."
I was totally going to say that.
I know of 5 murders in a 2 mile radius since I moved here.
Two miles is far enough here that I wouldn't even track things that far away as being in my neighborhood.
There was a horrible murder right outside my building last year. I'd taken off and gone to Milwaukee for the night, and found the neighborhood all abuzz when I got back at six the next morning.
But mostly my 'hood is okay, except for the dog-napping. Which actually, I haven't heard anything about in a year or so, so maybe those fuckers went away or got busted.
Yeah, well this is a driving city. Park Heights (where the kids were murdered) is technically another neighborhood, but one I drive through frequently.
I was half watching a thing on Marilyn Monroe and they had an interview with, I think, Steinem and then Hefner. WHIPLASH.
Yeah, two miles isn't what I'd call my neighborhood.
A couple of months ago I accidentally went to a bar where someone had been killed outside a few months earlier. When my friends pointed that out, I did not mention that was probably why I thought of it.
And from the land of billytea, I saw a kookaburra, a shingle-back skink [link] (a skink - I love that name), and a stick insect. The skink was cool - it's defense from predators is that its tail is shaped like its head, so it rolls up into a ball with its head (that picture doesn't really show it well) in and tail out to trick its predator into going for its tail, while the skink escapes with it head in tact and grows a new tail.
When I visited the Cape May Zoo in NJ, I was very pleasantly surprised when I heard a kookaburra singing out at the other end of the zoo. Very homey sound.
Ooh, I never actually get puffy, just tingly.
Just a little tingly. Lips puff a bit, throat tingles and maybe puffs a tiny bit. I feel it and take a Bene and all is well.
Why are drupes all so delicious if they want to hurt me?
The most useful site evah.
I use it more than Snopes even. Which is kinda sad.