Alarming Fish

The Little Man asked me why we didn’t have a fancy alarm on our house the other day, and I told him we did. Very confused he tried to tell me that we did not. I told him yet again, very matter of factly, that yes we did. Finally he asked me what I meant. I told him our alarm was named Boo-Boo and she serves the purpose very well. I then had to explain further. Finally he agreed that she is a pretty good little alarm and the matter was put to rest. The matter was re-visited the next day while I was at work. The Sig called me and I could hear Boo in the back ground barking her little head off. Apparently some one was mowing their yard and she did not agree, but my Little Man walks by The Sig’s office pokes his head in and tells him very nonchalantly, “The alarm is going off.” The Sig and I were very amused. The kid is a mess.

So, I have seen quite a few unmarked ‘fish’ trucks all over the are lately. What exactly is a unmarked ‘fish’ truck, you might ask. Well dear reader that is a fabulous question. As far as I can tell a ‘fish’ truck is a large white truck of moving van size or larger with no markings on it what so ever a side from the word ‘fish’ printed in blue in small italics on the back. And naturally since I am so morbid the first thing that comes into my mind is one question…I wonder if there are dead bodies in that truck. I am not sure where I think the bodies are coming from, upon further review I think well, maybe they would be bodies in hidden storage from Katrina (and don’t think that it is not possible and still happening) or maybe it has something to do with the mob. That always brings the thoughts of one criminal or official saying, “No boss, I have the perfect idea. See we move it in a truck that says ‘fish’ on the back. No one will question that! It can’t go wrong.” By the time I make it to the destination my imagination has become the out of control train that has led my own body to the back of one of the ‘fish’ trucks due to my snooping questions. I don’t like those trucks, they’re beginning to really screw with my head.