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?
