Incoming and Outgoing

The only scary thing that has happened lately was we got mortared the other night while I was in the lavatory. I have to say that is one place that is not conducive to fostering thoughts of being well protected and safe. "Don't let me die here, God!" was about all that ran through my mind. Still, I have to admit that there are not any better places that I can think of to have the mess scared out of oneself. Mortars stomp metamucil... A socially awkward story, I know, but one that I thought was amusing enough to pass along despite my embarrassment.