Friday, July 14th, I was sitting at the same red light I sit through everyday. I was running late and irritated with the light. At first, I didn’t notice the officers.
Then the gunshots started. The officers were all I saw.
Their dog hasn’t eaten well since they brought their baby home - dog kept taking food into the living room and leaving it there. Someone suggested the dog might be worried the baby isn’t visibly eating, so is “feeding” the baby. They tried giving the baby a bowl of food at the same time. It worked!
Rocco brought his daughter, Louisa, into the postgame presser, and she occupied herself by finding every round object in the room to hand to her dad while he talked about Joe Ryan without missing a beat.
She found a bucket full of baseballs, so things got busy.
My foot hit the height adjuster thing on my chair while I was on a Teams call and now I can’t look anyone in the eyes because they all watched my soul leave my body as I plummeted into the depths of hell.
Today, I saw a headline in the UK about whether women who are “brain dead” could have their bodies used to grow babies in their bodies as surrogates without their consent. A second about prisoners in the US potentially being able to reduce their sentence by donating organs…