The Possum’s and Racoon’s and Firefly’s Tea Party
My life Is a butcher’s block of the dullest paring knives. I am so strange not because I tossed a box of donuts out the car window for the possums’ and raccoons’ tea party. No, it’s because I shouted after them, “You’re welcome!” Sigh. And as long as I know the lighting bugs will join…