Just When You Think It Couldn't Possibly Get Worse

My best friend was shot today. That's right. Shot. He was shot at least 4 times, with 7 entrance/exit wounds. He was shot in the abdomen, and through his elbow. He had half of his bowels removed (there is still a chance to get an infection due to getting feces in the blood stream), part of his colon, and his appendix. He has had two pins put in his arm, and it's possible he may not regain use of his arm. Two men came to the passenger door of his car and attempted to open it, he reached under the seat for his gun, they shot him and took off. He's in intensive care, under guard, and I can't see him. My best friend in the world, and I can't even see him. His own grandparents couldn't see him. Just his mother, his sister, and the other person present at the shooting. I don't feel like talking about it anymore, so...

Let's Play 20 Questions...

This is a fun game. Try to stump the AI. I beat it with a glass of wine. I'm such a lush.

Bring Out Your Dead!

This article cracked me up. Oh yes. I had a fit of giggles when I read this.

Arrrrr....

I've got to get me one of these.

My Heart is Broken

I have not yet posted about this, because it's been very hard thinking about it, even almost two weeks after it happened. On Saturday, September 3rd, I had to take my sweet little kitty, Kitsa, in to be put to sleep. Her kidneys were failing and there was nothing that could be done. She has been my furry little baby for thirteen years, and I miss her terribly. I think letting her go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I loved her with all my heart.