Double fucking whammy today. Woke up and heard about Bowie. Just about an hour ago BF texted he was going on a call. I was also listening on the scanner. Shooting--one dead and one flown to the trauma center. This is in the little bitty town of 1500 where the restaurant is. Not even his full-time EMT job; he volunteers here. It sounds horrific. His voice is super-stressed on the radio. This is the first time we're dealing with a call this bad as a couple. I'm trying desperately not to step in the guac. Goddamned idiots with guns.
edit: I am also concerned for the victims, but my first priority will always be him. Shooter is in cuffs. What the hell is going on here?
Did you know they made mint Kit-Kats? I do not approve. I mean, they're chocolate, so I ate them, but still.
Hugs to everyone this morning. It's a rough day. There are window washers or something outside, and it's windy, and I'm at a weird kind of corner at the building, so for about an hour, the cables holding up the platform have been slamming into the windows behind me. It is not helping me keep my thin grasp on my temper.
Mint kit-kats sound like a good idea. Sorry to hear that the reality is disappointing.
Jesus fucking Christ. It's a little girl.
Oh Maria, that is so hard. Hugs.
Ugh Maria, how awful for everyone involved.
Goddamned idiots with guns.
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Oh Maria, what an awful, awful mess. I hope your BF is holding up okay.
Maria, best wishes to you and your BF.
I didn't know Hubby in his EMT days, but he told me many stories. Strength to the BF and to you, Maria, as the one to hold him up.
