The caution states that you do not have to say anything unless you wish to do so, and that what you say may be given in evidence at court.
The caution then goes on to warn you that it may harm your defence if you fail to mention anything at the police station which you later rely on in court.
Huh. That's a little...I don't know. It makes me uneasy because it seems like a fine line you're asking people to tread there, given that the whole point of the warning is the assumption that people aren't exactly clear on what their rights in the situation are.
Burrell, I've heard the thunder up here in Pasadena. Nothing down there?
Love the cut, shrift! Hawt and sassy!
Also, I blame all of you for the fact that I am about to go on a Quest for Pie at the local Cocos.
Not that I've heard, Kristin, but there's a fair bit of real estate between us.
Not that I've heard, Kristin, but there's a fair bit of real estate between us.
But not that much between us. I know it was thunder. I will not accept rumbly trucks or the like. I can't be that out of touch.
Are you worried about what to do when the police come to your door?
A girl should be prepared.
My face has changed. I swear. And I don't like it. It's broken. My eyes are all sunken.
Thanks, all! I like my sassy hair. I'm looking forward to seeing what it'll do after I wash out the straightener my stylist put in.
Shrift, I usually break for dinner around 5. If I get a day that allows an early lunch break I'll give you a call but I'm afraid you'd be starved by the time I usually get lunch.
Dinner around 5 is great! And crap, I can't go tomorrow, because I have to be home for a delivery. I'm good for dinner this Friday, and next week Wed through Fri.
Not that I've heard, Kristin, but there's a fair bit of real estate between us.
True. I only heard a couple of rumbles, but they made me happy.
We have now achieved pie. Lemon meringue pie and chocolate turtle pie, to be specific. Nom, nom, nom.
Damn. It would seem gas prices are finally having an effect on grocery prices, as canned soup has gone up to $2 or more when I clearly recall paying 99¢ a can last year. The final bill was sobering enough even the bagboy that looked like a 19-year-old Matthew Rhys couldn't distract me for long.
Friday sounds good.
Now we just need to figure out where to eat.
