Black Rhombus

The Jetta wagon passed 100,000 miles this morning on the way to work.  Here’s to another 100K in the making.

I heard this story on the way home from work today, & could scarcely contain the blood boiling in my veins.  In fact, I just searched for & found it, so I’m just all kinds of pissed off right now.

“Calvo said officers entered about 7:30 p.m., first shooting 7-year-old Payton. They then pursued 4-year-old Chase, who ran away and was shot by police from behind, he said.”

Now, I’m not sure who “feels threatened” when a 7yr old black lab trots up to them, likely with tail wagging, but naturally, the first instinct must be to bust a cap in its skull.  As if that wasn’t enough, they chased down the terrorizing pup’s younger sister, & shot her from behind.  Of course.  Logical.  Black labs, not pit bulls, not rottweilers, not dobermans.  Black labs.

It gets better.  The PG county geniuses never bothered to notify the local (Berwyn) police department.  Nope.  Just rolled up to the “suspect’s” house, kicked in the door, & promptly killed his dogs.  The kicker?  Guess whose house it was.  The mayor.

Hey, maybe that SWAT dude just wasn’t a dog person.

I got sick of the goatee again already. I just get to a point where I’d really like it off my face, & I can’t think of any better time to go clean shaven than a return to work after an extended illness. Bec gave me the flu for Valentines this year, & I’ve been sick & out of work since last Thursday (she actually is still sick, & she got it 2 Sundays ago). Anyhow, before I shaved it all off, I decided to have a laugh with some mustache goodness.

I surprised Rebecca when she came home. She backed away in fear every time I got close to her, & kept yelling, “take it off!” It was hilarious. I tried to get her to be in one of the photos with me, but she shot that down too. No fun at all, I tells ya