Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Take Me Out Back and Shoot Me. I'd Feel Better.

Had a car accident in the clinic parking lot. Bah. Car will need front bumper and new hood. Maybe grill too. Scraped my knee. All occupants were properly secured. Concrete is hell on paint!

More meds for Mother but prognosis is OK. Cough is aggravated tissue, not fluid at this point.

I need to find the entrance to my fall-out shelter. The cat's already inside, tuna in hand.


No surprise the widow King memorial was turned into a bashing of Bush. Between Fred Phelps' cult protesting funerals and the liberal party turning them into political rallies does no one give a fig about the dead anymore? Bah.

Edit: I think I read last night Phelps' group was going to show too. Sounds like quite a party.

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