I'm actually fully clothed

I sort of had my first interesting experience as the apartment manager here. It's not even that interesting, but it did kind of scare me.
Anna and I were sitting on our patio, enjoying our evening, when we heard sirens and saw flashing lights. We could tell they were headed past our apartment building when suddenly the sirens stopped, and the lights kept flashing. I got up to go check it out and came around front in time to see the paramedics wheeling a gurney into a tenant's apartment. I had horrible thoughts of having a dead resident on my hands. Fortunately, she seemed to be alright. I heard the paramedics (or, more likely, EMT's) asking her questions about dizziness and vomiting. They brought her out under her own power. I guess she just started feeling sick.
This experience was made scarier for me by the conversation I had with Karen earlier about past residents. She had mentioned in passing that one lady had died. Naturally, I wanted to know if this death had actually happened on premises. It had. She spun me a horror story of being in the hospital visiting her dying uncle when she gets a call from her husband saying mysteriously "there's been a death." She told me that when she got back to the apartments the parking lot was full of police and that the coroner was already there. She ended up having to find the woman's file so she could notify the next of kin.
Now do you understand why an ambulance showing up here for the first time made me a little nervous?
Pre-orders started today for the new Project 86 album. I'm still debating which option to chose. Do I want the albu, t-shirt, and dog-tags? Do I want the album, a limited edition printing of "Songs to Burn Your Bridges By," a different t-shirt, and dog-tags? Heck, I could even get the new thing on vinyl. It makes me wish I had a record player.
Chief loves destroying toilet paper. When we get up in the morning, he usually has managed to unroll about half a roll and shred it in the bathroom.
Chief also has an ongoing war with a wash cloth in the tub. Yesterday, we woke up to find this cloth in the middle of the living room.
Howie just sits back and watches all this happen.
I've unloaded a whole pile of ammo at some innocent cans the last couple days. Maybe it's the rifle shooter in me, but I'm not yet pleased with my pistol grouping. Though, I will say this. I could put ten out of ten slugs into a human sized target in under three seconds without any problem. No, I'm not threatening anyone, unless of course that person is giving me reason to defend Anna and myself.
We have a hippie friend who just joined the army. She's going through basic right now and keeps writing to us about how she hates to have to use her "weapon." I just laugh at her silly hippy ways.
Any suggestions for a high school Sunday School class? All I want to do is teach them the merits of metal music.
Anna says it's her turn for the computer. Adios my lovely readers.