Anyways, here's a few photos and texts my mother sent me yesterday after she came home from work:
Mom: Guess who had fun this afternoon?
|That's right. It's the one and only Tazz and what we thought |
was her favourite bear.
Mom: At least its contained to the crate.
Me: She went straight to the heart.
Mom: Funeral for the bear at 6.
Me: I don't think I can make it.
Mom: Aw poor bear... I'll say a few words on your behalf.
Me: Thanks, I really appreciate it.
Mom: You are welcome to visit Tazz in jail... for premeditated murder. Forensics are coming over to investigate.
|"We're sending the stuffing over to the lab to analyze it for DNA."|