Creeped the Fuck Out

I don't know if you're like me and watch a variety of news programs. In particular, I'm a fan of Robin Meade and her Morning Express show on HLN, because she's nice and charming (and very attractive), and I can get my news items in easily digestible bits. They do, however, linger on the Casey Anthony trial quite a bit. I was actually unfamiliar with the case until three or four weeks ago when I started catching their everyday coverage.

It's kind of a grisly thing, what she's accused of, and it's creepy ... but the more I started watching the coverage, the more creeped out I got. There's just something that strikes me a little weird about the whole deal.




Um ....




Uh ....

You ever have that thing where two random things collide in your head and suddenly there's a connection so obvious that you can't believe you never noticed it before? That's kind of how I ended up with my modern take on the Nice Lady and all that. Well, I was listening to the details of the trial, and ....





Well, it's just unmistakeable. It's worth noting that my mom and my dad, both, independantly of me AND of each other made this same connection.




I'll pause here while I feel a little sick to my stomach.





Now, if there's ever any kind of doubt whatsoever that I did the right thing in going to Florida and bringing Sky (and Allison) back with me, let's take a look at the two people represented in those pictures. There's really a hair's difference between them. I could only use pictures from the limited supply available to me, but they even look alike for god's sake. There are pictures in my head, that I've seen, of my ex within the past couple months, and they could pass as sisters.

When I first got to Florida, and Sky woke up and saw me, she was not only very very happy, but I would say she was even relieved to see me. I was there to save her, and she knew that. Yes, this is just conjecture in hindsight ... but I can remember the look in her eye as clear as if it was this morning.

If I hadn't gone after her, something like what happened to Caylee Anthony could have happened. If not to the one, then definitely to the other.

Something like that could have happened.





I believe this in my bones. You can not tell me otherwise.

Something like that would have happened.