Look who I found this morning on the passenger side of the still unpacked, last car in the driveway.
Because I was running late, Henrietta joined me for a ride to the coffee shop and the gym. I felt a little bad for her when I crossed the railroad tracks in town and hit some potholes in the gym parking lot. She must have felt like she was on the open ocean with 15-20 foot seas. We lost a little water.
I truly can’t believe she’s still alive. She survived a year in a college sorority house and was, most likely, forgotten about on a regular basis. I wish Henrietta could whisper and tell me everything those crazy girls talked about all semester. Oh, to be a fly on the wall or a fish on a shelf. Wouldn’t that have been awesome!?! Actually, maybe I don’t really want to know.
Henrietta has a new home on the kitchen counter. Addison (our almost four yet naughty, curious and always hungry Lab) hasn’t caught wind of her yet. Addy’s pretty creative when it comes to snatching things off the counter. I wonder what might happen if she sniffs out Henrietta?