...but when I picked him up to bury him, he turned out to be alive! It's a miracle! Baby mouse survived a car-smooshing! We moved him over to the side of the path out of future harm's way, and hit the beach!
On the way to the beach, we came across the teeniest, tiniest baby mouse that had been squished into the sand and run over by a car! At first we thought he was dead...
Grant and I pretty much argue about everything. Since we frequently end up arguing at places where there's no internets to look stuff up and help settle the debate (like the beach!) we're oft reduced to doing stuff like scrawling reminders in the sand and taking photos of it so that we'll remember to use the interweb later and check out who was right. In this case, the debate was clearly over what year Metallica's seminal album ...And Justice for All was released. Was it 1988 or 1989?
It's funny that I remember what the argument was about, but I don't remember who picked '88 and who picked '89! I just checked...whoever said 1988 was correct). Now that I think about it, Grant was probably the one who was betting on '88...if I had been the one that had been right, I would've remembered because I'd still be berating him about how he was wrong (er, if we even spoke anymore).
