High school shooting down the block from my MiL's house in Charlotte this morning. Modestly affluent suburban neighborhood, one student dead, one arrested, so apparently it was a targeted thing.
H (who is there) is a little freaked out and a lot sad and angry.
Classes are canceled the rest of the day, no news yet going forward.
I swear to god, my first thought was "Oh, that's good."
Jesus Christ, what is wrong with me?
Honestly I don't even know what to think right now. I'm glad my nephew and niece are safe, but someone else's kid isn't.
Well, hell. Fucking world.
How am I supposed to complain about how disappointing my lunch is when people are getting shot in schools and synagogues and grocery stores?
Please, complain about your lunch. I could really use a distraction.
It's Campbell's Jambalaya, so I kind of knew it wouldn't be good, but I didn't expect it to be quite so ... soupy.
Like the time my mom ordered jambalaya in a supposedly Cajun-ish restaurant and it came in a cup with a side of rice.
I've never had real jambalaya. I don't even know what it is supposed to taste like.