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Morale was deteriorating and it was all Yossarian's fault. The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.


Cat's tails? Gellibrand Point, South Arm Peninsula. June 2013.

Sunday Top Five? Okay. The Five Best Things About Our Car Smash Yesterday!

  • 1. Nobody got hurt.

  • 2. A fantastic lesson regarding the importance of car seats and restraints (where nobody got hurt).

  • 3. The bloke that smashed into the back of us (and completely wrecked the car) took full responsibility. This *should* ease the whole insurance song and dance.

  • 4. Henry, Ezra and I riding in back of a police care.

  • 5. Finding a pumpkin in the back of said police car.

Comments

Dina said…
So glad you can bring yourself to post positive things after such an accident.
Kris McCracken said…
Always look on the bright side of life!
smudgeon said…
#1 is important. Glad you guys got out of it unharmed, and were able to appreciate said-pumpkin.
Roddy said…
Had said officers found a carriage or lost one Cinderella?
Perhaps they were to have pumpkin soup.
Kris McCracken said…
We made it through unscathed. All is well.

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