Hugh Grant gets the beans

Ahhh, the sultry and sexy Englishman is in trouble again... this time it seems Mr. Hugh Grant has gotten himself invovled in a little arrest over an attack with baked beans. It seems baked beans are the weapon of choice these days in fashionable London... and Mr. Grant warded off lurking photographer with a tub of them. No word on the brand, or if Mr. Grant made them himself, or why he was carrying a tub of them at all--perhaps he was on his way to a potluck.

Just another Thursday

So, regarding the suspicious car that is parked in the cult parking lot that my office window overlooks... it was still there all day today. Tomorrow, if it is still there, I will capture a photograph. I still could not get my co-workers to cooperate with the investigation. It's sad. Even the police didn't come back today... but there is movement at the compound... suddenly there were other vehicles coming and going today--I bet it has SOMETHING to do with that car. Yep, must be the case.

In other news, for those of you who drive Intrigues, let me make a point of clarification... it is the name of the car, not what you are supposed to create while changing lanes--MAYBE!! Use a blinker--and that goes for non-Intrigue drivers, too.

And since my road rage is not easily diminished today, let me just say if you drive a F150 (or its non-Ford equivalent), that does mean you have the right of way. I may have a Saturn, but I will take you out. I'm ALMOST up to 20 lbs on one set of reps on that bicep curl machine--I'm a force, baby... a FORCE!

Speaking of a force... can I PLEASE have spring? Dude, I don't care if we bypass spring and go directly into summer, but I may well suffer a nervous breakdown if it snows again before December.

And since I cannot seem to get warm, I now need to go make some chai... decaf, of course.

The Blame Game

So, with over 20 boxes of Cadbury eggs in my freezer, I find myself compelled in the stores to buy more… a weird and sick obsession for which I take no responsibility. Others are obviously to blame… after all; I live in the United States and therefore am free of all accountability generally prescribed such a matter. First, these things are only sold at Easter time… so, clearly we have to place blame with the Christians/Catholics for their insidious coup not only on me for renouncing their faith, but the evident disregard for all their followers giving up sweets for Lent. Secondly, Cadbury is a UK export… so the Brits need to take their hit… which given the number of hits the Brits take these days, doesn’t necessarily seem fair, but what’s one more at this point?

And speaking of blame… could the Ann Arbor Police watch a few episodes of Law and Order already? Geez… here I am sitting at my desk looking out the window when I see the police pull up to investigate a car that has been parked in the lot of the church that my window looks out on. (Yes, I face the church… the irony has not escaped me.) The police officer gets out, walks around the car, looks in a few times before getting back into her car, pulling forward a few feet, stopping, backing up, and reparking. She gets back out, talking on her little do-hickie as they do, and again walks around the driver side only looking inside at the truck. She attempts to open the driver side door; it is locked… she then gets back in her car and takes off… leaving me screaming in my office to check the other door!! Now the car sits out there taunting me all day long. I know there is something in that trunk, a body perhaps? Sadly, my co-worker in the finance area will not go out there and further investigate. I mean, we HAVE rubber gloves in the kitchen there, we are set up for forensic investigations on our lunch break!! There you have it, the rampant crime in Ann Arbor is all to blame on lack of Law and Order training videos… everyone knows that a bullet in the right spot would have revealed the dark secrets of that trunk… and provided me with endless entertainment… instead, they leave me to my imagination… which can be quite sensational.