Here’s a poem, badly spaced.
(Stupid format, can’t be replaced.)
Drove to airport, said goodbye.
Back in car, had tiny cry.
Brad is gone, summer’s over.
Then I hit a raccoon, previously run over.
Thought I’d clear it, but car too low.
Scraped the critter, and then…… oh….
Bad, bad smell. So bad. So bad. Like, ‘car wash cannot fix this’ kind of bad. ‘Extra wash with hose, spraying the underside of the car’ bad. So, so bad. Poem-ruining bad. I thought I could clear it with the Prius, but nope, we made definite contact and now flies are buzzing around the bits I can’t get to. Bleh.
Brad says
Uh oh. Sorry to hear about the raccoon.
Thanks for everything! It was a great visit!
Lloyd said you went shopping. Did you get anything?
Executive says
Rustic Cotton Mouse