Friday, August 12, 2005

8/12/05a

9:08 a.m. I just got a call from my client on the case I have today. I was supposed to pick up the guy as he left work this afternoon but it appears Subject's going to be leaving on vacation for Wisconsin.

Luckily my bags are still packed. I have no idea where we're going to end up. Isn't this fun??

More later...

Incidentally, I was just finishing up that last blog entry when I heard a sizzling sound outside my window. Then a pop. Then the power blipped off and on again.

Poor squirrel...

16 comments:

Jeff Meyerson said...

ROAD TRIP!!!

Don't forget the bucket and a change of undies.

Hee Haw said...

"Hey, Grandpa! What's fer supper?"

Fried squirrel, smothered in gravy, with dumplings.

YuM YuM!

thor said...

i have no pity for squirrels after nearly being assaulted by one while innocently sitting on a park bench... he almost took me out over a freakin' cookie!

Slyeyes said...

Squirrels are not having a good time on the blogs today.

Higgy said...

I love the smell of roast squirrel in the morning...

Anonymous said...

Hey Polly,

Sorry I wasn't able to drink beer as part of an official investigation. That would have been great.

To make up for it, I'm keeping an eye out for your subject in rural Indiana. Is he the one with the hair and the shoes? I'm on it.

-cbol

Mike Weasel said...

So what ever happened to that nightclub investigation (if you're allowed to say)? And what did you end up wearing? And did you successfully troll anyone? I sure ask a lot of questions, don't I?

Polly P.I. said...

Mike,

It turned out my guy was only half crooked. And I was hoping to troll C-bol but he was in rural Indiana or something... and couldn't come pretend to be my internet boyfriend.

I'll write an entry about it tomorrow, but it turned out I was able to enlist the help of a nice young man I found in the mall. ;-)

Anonymous said...

HAHAHAHA...bucket! tea! meatball shakes!

missed u too Polly..n Punky..n blogchik...
((hugs))

Anonymous said...

er...thats me Bangi..

Olga said...

Once on our way to my uncle's house when I was a kid, my dad accidentally ran over a squirrel that had darted out just as we rode by. Dad only got his tail, and I remember looking behind us, crying as I watched the squirrel frantically flop around on the street because only his tail was stuck to the pavement. I cried so hard that my dad turned around and was going to try to save the critter, but by then someone else had hit him and put him out of his misery.

To this day, I have an irrational soft spot for squirrels.

Polly P.I. said...

Gee, Olga...

Now I feel kind of bad that I was laughing so hard this morning.

Olga said...

Sorry-didn't mean to be a drag.

My dad bought one of those "Roadkill Cafe" T-shirts afterwards in remembrance. He still wears it.

Tao said...

I have something like that, but in a spanish version.

:))

Mike Weasel said...

Well, half-crooked isn't so bad. What would you call that? Bent?

Kafaleni said...

Twisted? Inclined?

*picks thesauri pieces out from between her teeth.*

I gotta stop eating these things.