The Parking Place

Ashley, Logan and I climbed into the van after movie night at the elementary school.  The van, Ashley's primary transportation, was covered front to back in massive quantities of bird feces.  It looked like the staging area for Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds.

"What did you do, park under sh** tree?" I asked my wife.

A voice piped up from the back seat.  Gulp!

"I would prefer it if you said, 'Park under poop tree,'" Logan stated.

I'm feeling such a strange mixture of embarrassment and pride.

- 23 January 2015