Ambulance and Police Car

Daisy shredded a roll of toilet paper on our bathroom floor today.
Howie is sleeping on the futon. Chief is sleeping under the futon.
George called 911 on Thursday because he thought someone had taken money out of his bank account. The operator couldn't understand him and sent an ambulance. It took the EMTs ten minutes to figure out that George was fine and wanted the police. I don't think George realized that they weren't the police. About ten minutes after the ambulance left, a police cruiser pulled up. They talked to George for quite a while, but I have no idea how much of what he said they understood.
After church, I made chicken tacos for Anna's parents. I marinated the chicken over night, and I thought the chicken itself turned out pretty well. The problem is, after eating Chipotle, everything just seems flat without some good rice and beans mixed in.
Blue.
Anna and I took Taylor (one of the church kids) to see "Alice in Wonderland" on Saturday. Taylor has been living in an apartment just up the street from us, and Anna figured we should do something with her since she was so close. The Columbus movie theater is not equipped to show movies in 3D, so we didn't get to experience the movie to the full effect. It look cool, but overall, my reaction was just "meh." It wasn't awful, but it certainly wasn't great. It wasn't paced very well.
Troy Tulowitzki is tearing it up with the bat during Spring Training. This is encouraging, but when I hear things like this, I always feel a little sick to my stomach. I just worry more that something will go wrong when the games start to matter.
I re-stocked on AriZona Pomegranate Green Tea yesterday, and I was going to bring a bottle in here to enjoy while I wrote to you, my faithful minions. Alas, I forgot to grab one. No one has ever led a more horrible life. I am a modern day Job.
I started coughing earlier, and it felt like my head exploded. I honestly thought I had blown some vessels in my forehead or had an aneurysm. The thing is, I'm not even exaggerating about this. It hurt, and my head still feels funny.
I took Daisy outside to potty. We've been leaving her out at night but still putting her up when we have to leave the apartment.
I learned this week that the reason Darbie lives with her grandmother is that her mother is in prison. Darbie didn't elaborate much, but it seems that her mother has been in prison much of Darbie's life.
The top of my right foot itches.
People who read this blog: Beverly Hills, California
We had a random visitor from Beverly Hills. I hope this person reads this blog, takes pity on me, and sends me millions of the dollars they obviously have if they live in Beverly Hills.