After having slept so well last night, I
Next, a security guard came in and took a look around, spotting the locked door. He ran out again and came back 30 seconds later with two police officers. The cops went to the men’s room and pulled out the screaming and cursing man, cuffed him and took him away. He had a bunch of pills and a syringe. I guess he robbed the big hospital next door and apparently the old lady who needed those pills wasn’t too happy. Poor lady.
Anyway, things like this doesn’t happen over here. Ever. A druggie getting arrested in Subway is the equivalent of a bank robbery turned hostage situation turned kidnapping drama. When M and I came home we had to make sure the grass was okay. In situations like these you realize that your spawn is the most important thing in you life.
Oh yeah… The grass.
I feel sort of bad. I abandoned my poor, helpless grass because I was having a hard time dealing with the responsibilities of being a parent. I will never do it again, I swear. To make it up to the grass, I have now watered it, fed it little plastic toys, read to it and even trimmed it and given it a nice new haircut. And I let my Easter chick sit in the grass to keep it company.
Watch That Grass Grow!
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