After a very miserable, boring day spent on my couch elevating my ankle (no it isn't getting better, but thanks so much for asking!) I was restless and going crazy. Jim and I haven't seen each other for a few weeks so when he called to see what I was doing, I jumped at the chance to go out. We decided to do dinner and a movie. He mentioned March of the Penguins and I jumped all over it. Feeling sorry for me, he agreed, but spent the better part of the evening trying to convince me to see something else (Hustle and Flow) that I do want to see, but it looks depressing and he and I have a tendency to see sad movies so I won out. Don't feel pain for him - his remark as we left was "Wow, that was excellent".
He drove me home like the gentleman he can be and we saw about 30 police cars on and blocking the street below mine. Then after I got in my house, promptly locking the door behind me, I heard a police helicopter patrolling the area. The scary part? Jim and I saying "Oh, someone must have been shot" and continuing about our business. When did I become a person used to gun violence?
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