I read in the paper today where a homeless woman was arrested for stabbing her homeless husband. This goes right to the top of my "When Things Are Going Bad, I Just Think of..." file. I mean seriously, it was damn near freezing the other night, you're homeless and that's not quite bad enough for you, so you up and stab somebody, the hubby no less. I'm sure they had a fire going, if ever somebody needed to crank up the music and belt out a few lines of "Kumbaya," it was these folks. You have to give them credit, through all this, they remain married, proving some things are still sacred. Apparently not the gall bladder she tried to carve out of his side, but then most people don't put anything in their wedding vows specifically prohibiting organ removal with a rusty blade and a fifth of vodka, even by the one you love the most.
About Me
- Life is Heald
- Naples, Florida
- I like to laugh. If you don't, please hit whatever button escorts you from the premises immediately. I write a humor column for the Naples Daily News called, get this, "Life is Heald." It's about life as we all see it, just from a pair of rose-colored glasses that need cleaning. I tell stories, I rant about things that drive us all to the point of filling out a gun permit, I make fun of you and I make fun of me. If I can't use it in the column for whatever reason, it ends up here. Sometimes, you'll need to read the column to know what I'm writing about, but often the posts are just random, drive-by thoughts that entered my brain and exited my fingers. Just a flesh wound, so don't go dialing 911 about anything you read here. This is not one of those blogs that will tell you how many prunes it took to jump start my last bowel movement or what grade the kid got on his math test. The good stuff, I save for the Christmas newsletter.
No comments:
Post a Comment