Thanking my hubby for today’s random photo. He is still brave enough to go to Wal-Mart.
As to the case of the “dread”ful incident that landed this hairpiece in the parking lot of said Wal-Mart, minus an owner, well…..I will leave that up to the sleuths in the audience to surmise.
Ummm….we did have a very warm couple of days. And tempers have been running high in general; or maybe they just checked out and took the Mothership to the big Wal-Mart beyond the Milky Way…..
Somewhere I can hear George Carlin’s voice from my favorite album,
“Police sift clues…..sifting clues…..it’s what they do.”
God I miss him.