We seem to have hit the lowpoint of "teh cycle":
As you may have noticed, I really loved my husky who died in May. It’s a little bit sad and lonely to be here at Camp Kaczynski without Cody. But there is one way that life at CK is infinitely better w/o Cody than it was w/Cody. The deer that apparently think they own the place are much safer now that Cody has you know whatted the bucket.
From conversations with neighbors, I gather that the deer population in general is doing rather well in Eugene these days. In my own yard, the deer explosion is undeniable. I can’t remember ever seeing more than 3 or 4 deer under the apple tree at once. Last week, there were six, maybe eight deer there at once, depending on how you count.
There were six deer under the tree together. When they walked, single file southeast on the trail into the woods, I counted male, female, female, child, male, female. As I watched the pack in amazement, a female and child arrived at the apple tree. The female and maybe male from the end of the six-pack sort of hovered and waited for the mom and child so I perceived them as one larger 8-unit pack.
The email@example.com are very relaxed and casual. While mowing the yard one afternoon, I came across a female SITTING (!!!!!!!) in the grass next to the garage while a male munched on the grass. They were as shocked to see me as I was to see them and they left pronto, but sheesh! theez is very relaxed folx!
the bucks have these teensy, tiny antlers that are so cute that you kind of just want to drop dead and die when you look at them, they are so ephing cute. these little bucks in my backyard remind me of soldiers. they remind me of the 20 year old brave, tough men from Madras and Hood River being blown to smithereens in a desert for a lie. What a waste of Oregon’s best and brightest.
I was watching my teevee tonight and there was a show on for like five hours about Navy SEALS in training. The SEALS had just done a difficult exercise where they had to stay suspended on two parallel wires (hand and foot height) for 30 seconds. If you have half a brain, you understand that the task is MUCH harder than it looks. You watch a couple of guys try it. Then you look at exhausted SEALS in training at the end of the day. One SEAL in training is shivering. That one did me in. I saw the buck in my backyard and the shivering water warrior in training and I just started you know whatting right there in my living room!
That shivering SEAL made my brain decide I ain’t got no business being mad at a Navy SEAL. Mr. Heidt really treated me badly, but now that I’ve seen the Navy SEAL training program, I just can’t get it up to hate a SEAL. They inspire me and give me hope for the military. They really, truly are some kind of something else. Watch the video and see for yourself.
I adore the water-warriors and grieve the death of Mr. Lee. Whatever grievances I have with Mr. Heidt pale in comparison to the sacrifices made by Navy SEALS. Besides, my gripe with Mr. Heidt has nothing to do with his career as a Navy SEAL.
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Here are the possibilities, as I see them:
- Ran out of "teh craque" AND WTF Vodka
- Got a "nice" letter from an attorney
- She is actually sincere
- Highly likely
- Ding Ding Ding!