I Feel like Bustin' Loose

That's me, in my smallest jeams (that fit). Okay, maybe not really. They feel okay, but they were a tad loose last week. Must stop the insanity.

In addition to the car drama, there was this huge shooting incident right down the street from us last night. It was a property dispute, which ended with 3 people dead (including one reserve deputy), another deputy (his SIL) shot, and the shooter in the hospital. What a huge mess. The deputy that was killed owns the place we take our cars to get worked on. One lady was killed, and her husband was at the beach so they sent a family member down to tell him about her murder. The boy & I went to the gas station around the corner from our house to get a cream soda last night, and the police had their command post set up in the parking lot. He thinks someone died in a car accident. I don't know why he thinks it was a wreck (I guess that's what he associates a butt-load of emergency vehicles with), but needless to say I haven't told him what really happened. There were over 100 police & emergency personnel at the scene at one point.

I am just waiting for 4:45, so I can put this miserable week behind me. This is one of those weeks I wish you could by anti-depressants over the counter, ya know?

Thought for the day: Life is not a box of chocolates. More like a jar of jalapeno peppers. It comes back the next day and bites you in the A$$.