Our quiet little cul-de-sac had a not-so-quiet morning today. At 9:00 AM, the sheriff's department conducted a raid. No, not on our house. Twas on a house catty-cornered across from us.
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2 comments:
Dude,
The police got the wrong address then huh? ;-)
Anyhoo - WTF does "catty-cornered" mean?
Al.
:-)
there were whispers of (rhymes with) "healing hugs", and even (rhymes with) "beth lab". i can't say that i ever saw any of that though.
"catty-cornered" is one house away from being directly across the street. one would be tempted to say "on the diagonal", except that you can't really have a diagonal when there's seven houses on the cul-de-sac.
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