When I drove up to my folks place I saw this.
I said, please tell me no one is using this ladder to go on the roof.
Like, maybe they had it out for a band of roving teenagers who like roofs. (Is it weird I want to pluralize that rooves?)
My Mom and Dad gave me a guilty look and said, we meant to put it away before you got here.
So then I tell my sister this story and she says, “So, we’ve reached the point when our parents are hiding what they’re doing from us?”
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In other news, the project of August is now the project of September. I have all my notes back and I need to buckle and make my manuscript pretty before it is sent off to the editor the first week of October. Don’t expect much from me.
