On a logging road.
In the middle of nowhere.
I mean how the hell does that even happen?
Now it wasn’t my swim-shoe, it was some kids.
We just ran it over.
Seriously in the middle of nowhere.
Hopefully the kid was in the car and all they forgot was the swim-shoe…that was probably on the roof.
We have all done it with something, haven’t we?
I just did it last week at my Dad’s house. I left the wax on the fender of the Jeep after I polished up the Mustang, and then forgot about it, and took off in the Jeep.
It fell off in the driveway. I kept going and pretended I didn’t notice…even though I did.
I am a rebel that way.
Thank god it only made a huge mess when I actually physically DROPPED said wax out of my hand in the Carport.
Which come to think of, I don’t think I cleaned that up either…the parents are never going to let me come back there again…
Well except to get my freezer out of their shop…I always seem to have something stored there. Proof that you never actually get your kids shit out of your house even when the kids are in their late
Ya, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be able to pull that off.
Now I have lost my train of thought…it’s late, I am going to bed…
Happy Saturday night loves…