Santa, I think we’ve got our wires crossed. Maybe somewhere along the way my message was corrupted. Or perhaps you aren’t really listening (just like a man)!
I asked for a Kindle. K – I – N – D – L – E. It’s an eReader Santa. It stores books electronically and then displays them a page at a time for reading. You can even order it online and avoid the whole figuring out where to park the sleigh in a mobile home park. Simple, yes? Apparently not.
Wasn’t I a good girl this year? Didn’t I act all happy and thankful over Thanksgiving even though Hubs and I had a knockdown blowout of a fight before heading up to join his family? (Sure, I broke the coffee pot, but heck, it was my coffee pot. I didn’t ask you to replace it did I? I took full responsibility.) And haven’t I usually been on my best behavior even when Hubs is in one his many deep blue funks?
I didn’t think I was asking for all that much Santa. So what’s up with this?
When I got up this morning Hubs had been out to pick up the mail since his mom said she’d sent us a Hanukah card. Along with a card from the oldest daughter’s family and one from my brother was an envelope from the Homicide Bureau of the Sheriff’s Department. I wasn’t really surprised to see it since I was contacted by an investigator from the Sheriff’s Department in Southern California a few years back and I figured it was from him. Not so dear reader, not so.
I pulled out the document inside and read:
SUBPOENA FOR APPEARANCE OF WITNESS
More to come…