‘Twas the night before dawn…And quiet through the house…The news was blasting, the coffee was on…..Hub side-kick was tucked, asleep in the bed…The morning was mine, a delight to be had…
When outside the window, came a horrible crash.
A cow mooed.
First light showed, no cow had strayed…Mr. got up, to the basement he went.
NOTHING
Surely those were coffee beans I ground? Hallucinations? Nothing was found!
Alright, a lightning strike, a tremor…Who’s to say WHAT?
OH NO! The garage smells so sweet… A gallon… of Tide…over…under…around the Whirlpool Duet…EVERYWHERE!
2 People times 3 hours…a matter of survival.
(kitchen table next to the wall of laundry room from whence the sound came)(Lightning strike shook the house and trembled that opened gallon off the shelf)
Time to wrap Christmas gifts.
