Got home today from some errands and found a business card stuck in our front door, a card from a Great Suburban Outback POLICE OFFICER. "Call me" was written on the back. So like a dutiful, non-terrorist, non-criminal, non-traffic-law-violating citizen, I called. Immediately.
Turns out Tri-Daughter #4 may have been a witness to the egging of her best friend's house, an act which, lamentably, has become a frequent occurrence here in the GSO. The local constables are tracking down the miscreants and need #4's capable assistance.
Damn kids. Throwing perfectly good protein around while I'm losing a pound and a half a day. Have they no respect for a chicken's hard-fought labors?
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Hi, I'm From the Police!
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4 comments:
Great blog, VM...it's part of my daily read.
Good luck with the race this weekend. Looking forward to tracking your progress-very cool!
In our neighborhood it's forks in lawns and the obligatory tp. I had a year supply stored up a few years back. TP not forks. If you want my semi pro opinion, some mineral deficiencies can lead to decrease in appetite-zinc in particular. Sounds like your anabolic (build) v catabolic (breakdown) is wacked out and will need to be stabilized. Might take some thyroid tweaking and some supplements in addition to added calories. Hope the doc has some good insight for you-this would be a little unnerving.
AGAIN something like this? Wasn't the last time something goofy with fireworks? Holy cow! LOL!
I never saw nuthin, ever copper, ya see.
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