Lawlessness and DisOrder CSI

It was a dark and stormy night (actually a sunny afternoon but that just doesn't cut it) and I walked into my living room after a game of Skip-Bo or two with my dad - we are tied one-one. The living room had an odor, not unpleasant, and it looked like someone had the stuffing kicked out of them. All over my rug and from one end of the room to the other, balsam needles. Lying fatally injured was my beautiful red pine cone pillow sham, purchased years ago in Keene, NY at a Festival of Life event for North Country Life Flight. This was my first association with that fine organization, little did I know that they would wing their way over the Adirondacks to fly me one day. The front of the pillow sham is intact, the culprit (born in Alabama) sliced the black velvet black to release the tender balsam and then shook it all over while I unaware got beat in Skip Bo. Crime scene photos follow. The perpetrator has been caught but goes unpunished. She wouldn't know what I was talking about if I scolded her now. I have to learn to not leave things at dog beak range. Some good came out of this caper - my vacuum cleaner smells wonderful now. Thanks Coco!