The other day The Scientist was in a mood. Which affected me only slightly, being that I was leaving to go do something or other.
THE SCIENTIST: Man, I am pissed off.An hour later, I got this text:
ME: Why? What happened?
TS: Nothing that I can think of… I’m just in a mood. I mean, I am pissed!
TS: Seriously, I am not fit to be around people right now.
ME: Well, you know I still need to go out, right?
TS: Yes, yes, that’s fine.
ME: Don’t murder the children or anything, okay?
Oh no! What happened?!
Dear God! What have you done? What have you done!
So yes, an evening of murder/suicide. Or was it... the little feet in the final photo are a little ominous, don't you think?