Monday, March 03, 2008
I'm kicking myself
Saturday was so nice that Kanga & I worked outside in the yard. One of the things we do every now & then is go pick up the trash that some *insert not nice word here* has thrown out of their car window as they drive by. OMG are some people pigs. We've found dirty diapers, used condoms, and the usual fast food trash. But this time what I found freaked Kanga. In a double baggy was about one ounce of ...wellllll.... what do you think? I showed Kanga. I think he thought we were going to get busted right then & there. I held it between 2 fingers (since the outside baggy was nasty from being in the dry creek bed) as I carried it up to the house with the trash we picked up. (We aren't into this particular type of entertainment but I have no problem if other people do. ) Once in the house I put it on the table in the sunroom. Today at work, I called Kanga to ask him if he had asked his boss what her husband (state trooper) suggested doing. Kanga's boss said that it was out of her hubby's jurisdiction, to call the local police. And there on the table since Saturday it sat until this evening. Why you ask am I kicking myself? Because I missed a great opportunity. I forgot to take photos!!!!! I could have taken one of the baggy, then one of the toilet with it floating on the surface, maybe once as the water swirled around. The sound of all that running water must have gotten to Kanga because next thing to happen is Kanga is ...welllll...watering the rest of what was still floating. Now THAT would have been a shot! Did I think that maybe a friend might be willing to help us & remove this from our possession? Yessss! Was I willing to take it somewhere, like maybe a blogger gathering? HELL NO! I luv you guys but not that much. Not enough to take a chance that Kanga would become somebodies biatch.
*insert not nice word here* This was for Donna I told her I would try to be nice. But y'all know what I'm thinking.