Resurrecting R

Kate is back in full bloggin form, and the letter of the day is R.

R is for Return of the Hives. Not the long, lost Tolkien manuscript, but something that just might ruin someone's whole damned day.

R is for Respect. Something the French government simply doesn't have enough of for its citizens (and, yes, I know that Opinion Engine disagrees with me on this one.)

R is for Receiving. Truth be told, I don't mind getting shots or having blood drawn at all. I'm fascinated by the needle and I happen to think that the color of my own blood is quite attractive. I don't mean that in any odd "I wanna be a goth" sort of way; it's just a really gorgeous shade of Red.

R is for Really--where are the parents. As in, the cops will get the blame and take the hits, but where are the parents who knew what their kids were up to but didn't do anything to stop them.

R is for Resolutions. Hmmm. I'm going to have to think about my own...

R is not for Aaaaaahhhhh! Which actually has nothing whatsoever to do with R, but Really needed to be shared anyway. Deal with it.

R is for Round and Round. That's the way it goes, Tiger, no matter what you choose to do.

And that's about it as I have more XBox to attend to (Hey, what's the official spelling for XBox, anyway? I've seen xBox, XBox, and Xbox. Or, perhaps it really just doesn't matter...).