I'd like to think that the start of my 43rd year didn't bring the start of senility with it...
Yesterday I ran a few errands, came home, went inside, and was done for the day. I knew I wasn't going anywhere else. So why, I keep asking myself, did I leave the top down on my car? What possible reason could I have had?
And who Up There thought it was funny to allow it to rain the one night I leave the top down?
It is soooo going to stink inside that car once it's dried...
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