Yesterday when I left work, I got into the wrong brown Taurus. I sat in the driver’s seat and thought that it was suspiciously clean. So I looked in the back for the booster seat and ballet bag, and at that point I realized I was in the wrong car. But I forgave myself when I realized there were two brown Tauruses (Taurasi) parked next to each other. And so I got into the next one. But it wasn’t mine either.
I had to walk south about 10 more cars until I found my brown Taurus. It was locked, and messy, and the booster seat and ballet bag were in the back seat, and so I knew I was finally home. Sometimes B feels it is not safe to send me out into the world on my own, and I feel that he may be right.
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You should lock your door. The other people should lock their doors too. Doesn't anyone steal things from cars in MO?
ReplyDeleteThis story made my Wednesday morning!!!! Are you sure you are not a true blonde like your very blonde sister in law ;)
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ReplyDeleteCraig,
ReplyDeleteI think you should re-read it. My Taurus was the one with the locked doors.
Bravo Ashli.
ReplyDeleteLiterally... L.O.L. Love you sis
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