There my keys are! Sorry about the revenge fire!
FLORENCE, Ore. - A woman was arrested and charged with arson and burglary after police say she set fire to the home of a neighbor she thought had stolen her keys.
Sgt. Clint Riley of the Lane County Sheriff's Office said the 23-year-old woman later found her keys hanging from her pants pocket.
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According to a police report, the woman told a deputy that after discovering her keys missing, she broke into her neighbors' trailer and began trashing the place.
After going home to fetch lighter fluid and cooking oil, she returned to the neighbors' place and tried to start a fire by spraying lighter fluid on a hot stove burner, according to the report.
When that didn't work, she allegedly placed the oil and a stuffed animal on the stove, according to the report.
She called 911 and hid in a bush across the street while deputies and firefighters responded, Riley said.
The woman's boyfriend said a friend called him at work and he rushed home to find her hiding in the bushes, barefoot and incoherent, according to the report.
The woman told her boyfriend her keys were missing, at which time he pointed to a set of keys hanging from her pants pocket and "she began to cry," Riley said.
Today has been made of fail. I'm going to Sephora for eyeliner retail therapy.
I learned what a punkah was and figured out a way to approximate one for the stage.
I'm tempted to invent an urban myth about this being the origin of the word "punk".
Timelies all!
Hmmm, I don't tend to do color with color, mostly because mostly I wear chinos which are either in the beige family, black or navy blue(or at least started out that color). I do pair navy with black or grey, because I don't know what else goes with it.
But Clinton dresses like a 14-year-old prep school student spending spring break in Atlantic City with his nouveau riche family.
Fortunately, I don't have to take my fashion cues from him. Plus, he and Stacy are funny together.
Though really, it's not like I can take many fashion cues from her either, as I am not tiny and don't wear stilettos.
I was gone for the weekend, so I'm hundreds of posts behind, but congratulations on the beautiful new doggie, Consuela!
I think it's hard for a guy to be stylish without looking slightly silly. And every time I've seen him watching old clips, he's embarassed about something he's wearing!
Actually, the other day, I was walking behind a guy on Wall Street, and I pegged him as a foreigner from yards away -- he was way too stylish to be an American trader or etc., with his skinny suit and longish hair and aviator glasses.
Not sure why fashion is occupying a large part of my brain these days. Oh, and denim, as long as it's not gussied up with artful discolouration, etc, is totally a neutral.
Doctor isn't the asshole guy. But he will only order me two drugs. My doctor wants me to have, in addition to the painkiller, an antiinflammatory, an anti-emetic, an anti-histamine and a subcutaneous triptan. I usually get this with an IV of saline.
It's totally in my notes. Oh, and they have to be all at once, as well as front-loading the amount of painkiller because I metabolise quickly. That way I need less in the end.
So what's today's plan? Painkiller and anti-emetic. I point out that dilaudid makes me itch without Benadryl. He suggests morphine (doesn't kill the pain) or demerol (knocks me out and then I stop breathing and startle myself awake-every few minutes) and when I turn them both down removes my anti-emetic from the menu and replaces it with the Benadryl (why do I feel more compelled to capitalise that than demerol or dilaudid? I have no idea if it's more proper than either).
Because I want to be helpful I gave myself an Imitrex shot out of my personal stash.
He just came back and told me that 1mg of dilaudid is all he can give me without admitting me.
Motherfucker. Way to make me feel like a junkie, doc. Now Polgara has to pick me up, but to take me to another ER.
GodDAMNit. If my headache's bad enough for me to go to the ER, it doesn't usually take less than 6mg, and I've been up to 10 (which was royally unpleasant, FTR). The drug and the situation already give me anxiety attacks. This is just icing.
YAY VORTEX HOUSE!!! WOOT! 'Bout time, doll. I was getting worried.
I want Tim Gunn to come to my house and go through my closet with me. I trust him, and he'd let me keep my style while pointing me to clothes that flatter.
