You may have noticed there was no Flat Flannery post last Friday. Or maybe you didn’t. Doesn’t matter, because I’m telling you there wasn’t.
She never came back from her sabbatical with Rachel. She was missing. I searched high and low. Well, mostly low. I mean, she’s flat, right?
Then this came in the mail several days ago:
Murder. Or REDRUM, if you’re of the horror flick persuasion.
But who? What kind of monster would do such a thing? Someone that drives a Honda.
I put my crafty and stealthy detective skills to work. Wait…stealthy or stealth?? Whatever, I put my super duper totally awesome detective skills to work. There.
And look what I found:
Look closely at this picture I found in the blogosphere. You can just make out part of the H, in Honda, on the steering wheel.
Let’s get another view of that photo, one with the rearview mirror:
She even disposed of the body.
I should have seen this coming, especially after the snake incident. But hey, I was kind of sick of her anyway.
And so, friends, in memory of Flat Flannery who travelled near and far: