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"The police are driving really slow around the block." The Mister gave me a heads up on his cell before he left this morning. "Lock the back door."
Earlier this week The Mister made peace with one of the hoarding cat ladies. Sadly, things weren't going well in the tent in their back yard. At first, it seemed like a positive development or at least a neutral one when a sturdy young woman moved in, driving away the final remnant of the brawling, drug-dealing, three-ring circus that was evicted from across the street some moons ago. While the guy had seemed fairly benign despite his origins, I assumed that she must have had some sort of grounds. But then one of the local urchins knocked on our door. It seems that the sturdy young woman does not always use her brawn for good, far from it. ( Read more... )
Earlier this week The Mister made peace with one of the hoarding cat ladies. Sadly, things weren't going well in the tent in their back yard. At first, it seemed like a positive development or at least a neutral one when a sturdy young woman moved in, driving away the final remnant of the brawling, drug-dealing, three-ring circus that was evicted from across the street some moons ago. While the guy had seemed fairly benign despite his origins, I assumed that she must have had some sort of grounds. But then one of the local urchins knocked on our door. It seems that the sturdy young woman does not always use her brawn for good, far from it. ( Read more... )
