Slow News Day

So this morning I was in the yard hanging clothes when a guy jumps out of his pickup and asks to take my picture. I 'm thinking, strange laundry fetish? Nope, the county newspaper looking for human interest shots. Ok, I say. I figure somewhere in the county there has to be something more interesting than me hanging laundry. NOPE! Guess whose picture made the front page above the fold. And what does that say about how interesting things are here?


E now tells me she'll have to leave school and slink away to Mexico. What could be more horrifying than your mother on the front page, hanging laundry, and identified no less. Oh the horror!