As I sat on the back porch yesterday with the breezes blowing and the sunbeams dancing across the gray floor boards…..I was counting my blessings….
One by one.
For family and friends and fall and leaves and mums and striped fabric…..
….and petrified French fries.
Please tell me you know what I’m talking about.
Please tell me you’ve seen them.
The ones that escape from the pack and then bury themselves under the floor mats and harden to a substance stronger than Superman’s arms of steel.
I have a car full of them.Continue reading