Mutter...Mutter...Grumble

Tuesday

Someone hit a young doe on Pennlyn Pike this morning...didn't even stop to check for damage...must have been in too much of a hurry...poor thing was just laying there, trying to get up but it's back legs didn't work...half in the road, half out. I called the township and an officer came out to put the creature out of its misery.

This is why I dislike Tuesdays...and in some cases people. How long had it been there in agony, terrified?

And of course there are the little Tuesday grumbles, but really not a big deal in comparison.

At least I have Harry Potter to look forward to tonight...