I think I'm jaded. And for me, as soon as it turned out the kid had been hiding the whole time, any concern I felt just evaporated. But ... see above re: jaded.
Yeah, I started hitting the cynic button the minute the family's background came to light and that's while the balloon was still in the air. So by the time it landed and it became clear the kid wasn't there, I was no longer surprised.
My grandmother tripped and fell while walking several years ago and broke her nose. She was completely unphased and actually almost gleeful. "I look like a raccon!"
Friend called me last night freaking out because her cat had killed a mouse, and rodents are a THING with here. (Think Jilli and spiders turned up to 11.) So I came over with with one of those thing Ben Franklin invented to pick up books with, dropped dead mouse into baggie, baggie into garbage. Then I clean the gadget with hydrogen peroxide, rubbing alcohol, soap and water followed by more hydrogen peroxide followed by a through drying. Then I cleaned by hands with soap and water, followed by rubbing alcohol,followed by hydrogen peroxided followed by more soap and water and a good drying. Possibly I'm not completely cool with dead rodents myself...
I'm wiggy enough about Dead Things that I don't find it strange at all, Typo Boy.
I went to downtown Evanston for lunch. Got sleeted on on my way back. Also, I have cupcakes.
Can you tell Arial from Helvetica:
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I was doing great, then I bombed five in a row and ended up with 12 right.
Our dogs recently killed a raccoon in our backyard, cleaning that up wasn't fun. Though, now that I think about it, far better than road kill patrol way back when I did highway work.
AmericaBlog has some great pet pics up, including a sphynx cat for tommyrot.
Awww...
I had a Cornish Rex named Cleo. She was very nearly hairless....