Wednesday, April 5, 2017


The offering of the day...

Sitting there, right there, right in front of him, was Tasha's backpack.  If he needed anymore prove positive, the soft plush palm sized Minion always grinning goofily off a backpack strap was grinning the same way, having the time of his life, tilted on his head on the backseat, abbreviated little legs thrust ceilingward.   

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