To the Editor;
There are some things in life I will never understand.
I say some when I should say most. I don't understand politics, complex math equations, why Paris Hilton is famous or how to (properly) drive a standard, just to name a few.
And for the life of me, no matter how many times I go over it, I cannot understand how my dog ended up dead in the back of some guy's yard last week.
Oh, I can go over all the facts. Trust me I do. I'm even mostly to blame. In the fury of a late-pregnancy