What a glorious day to be alive.
I nearly spilled coffee all over my shirt because a woman ran down the hallway frantically repeating that shots had been fired in the lobby of our six floor building. My “office” (it’s really the break room) is on the sixth floor.
“Get in your office and lock your doors!” She was imploring people.
It’s normally semi-peaceful first thing in the morning, so the commotion startled me and I nearly spilled my coffee. Thankfully, I did not spill my coffee.
While I am the police, my gun is currently resting 30 miles away in the comfort of my house, probably on the couch next to the dog, EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS SHE SHOULDN’T BE ON THE COUCH. GET OFF THE DAMN COUCH, JOJO!!!!!!
Anyway, the shots were fired outside the building and down the street a little ways. Pinpoint communication in the police headquarters building, as usual. I don’t understand what it takes for one person to get enough gumption to shoot another human being, but it happens a lot, even at nine o’clock in the morning. It’s sad how angry so many people are nowadays.
But, I’m not interested in angry this morning, I’m interested in G$. The little man has a bad rep as a trouble making bulldog of a toddler, but that’s not fair.
He’s a good, sweet boy for the most part.
He’s also fond of magazines.
While his brother and sister read books, G$ is more likely to check out what’s going on in Good Housekeeping, or last night, he fell asleep apparently after trying to figure out how to make enough money to get out of my house faster.
This isn’t really a new thing for him either.
This summer, he passed the time driving to the beach by reading Shape.
It’s really quite funny to me that he can be made happy with a magazine. Any magazine will do. I don’t know if it’s the pictures or what, but he prefers them to books and even to the iPad (which the other two can never resist).
What about your little cretins? Do they enjoy anything that you find odd?