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Good Morning, Blog Pals:
Well, the whackos are out and about. Yesterday someone took a potshot at my apartment leaving a bullet lodged in the wall of my kitchen, on the other side of which is my bed. Here is what happened. It was in the afternoon between noon and three. I was taking my nap as is my custom. 'Twas lying there when I heard this big, loud CRACK. It woke me up and I arise, swearing at being woke up, went outside to look around, saw nothing, and figured it was some kid shooting off firecrackers or a car backfire, or someone hitting a tree or phone pole etc. I thought no more of it until about 5 pm I went to the cabinets to get pots to prepare dinner. There in the wall between the fridge and the cabinet was a big hole. I look on the other wall ( the one that has my bedroom on the other side) and there it was a hole there as well. I go outside and sure enough there is a hole in the side of the house right above where I store the trash can. I remember the loud noise and I thought "Jesus, that's a bullet hole. Somebody shot at me." I re-examine the track and conclude that if I had been standing at my sink when this happened I'd have been as dead as Dick's hat band. Had the bullet been a little more powerful, it would have killed me as I slept because my bed is on the other side of the wall where it eventually came to rest. Lemme tell ya, blog pals, its unnerving. I called the police and an officer came out. He took a report but otherwise sorta blew it off. Typical of Devil's Asshole's Finest. I called Cletus and Maybelleen right after the police and they arrived shortly thereafter. Cletus reemed the cop out for being so dismissive, which got him nowhere as you might expect. No one saw anything and no one was observed with any firearms. It might have been some kid firing off a gun or whatever. I doubt seriously that I have pissed of anyone off that bad (as Cletus jokingly theorised). Who knows. What I find most ironic is that for lots of years, I lived in the Flower City by the Lake...a major metropolitan area, in a neighborhood that was not the best and I never, ever got shot at and I pissed off plenty of people while there. I went for early morning walks in that neighborhood and was never harrassed in any way. But I come home to Small Town America in a nice neighborhood and get shot at. What a friggin' world. Well, Jethrene is coming over today and bringing her digital camera so I can get some pics of the bullet holes. I tell ya, folks, my Secret Service Protection needs to get out of the dounut shop up the street and back on the stick. Never fear, though. The Bugg Campaign continoooos. No nutjob will derail the cause for change.
reguards
yer I wonder where Hill, Barack, and John were yesterday afternoon pal
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That must have been scary for you. I'm so glad to hear that you are okay. 
Seriously, this is downright frightening. Keep your eyes open, girl.
thank god you're okay