Friday, August 20, 2010

There's a cold November for the Heart

I remember it rained so much one day my baby sister hopped out of the old Volkswagen rabbit and landed both her feet in a mud puddle, which wouldn't have been bad cept she had forgotten that she had taken her shoes off in the car. She started crying so loud. I just slid over on the seat and got out the other side, and ran to the house. She must have stood there in the middle of the drive way screamin' her head off for most of the cartoons that morning. I don't think she ever saw those episodes.

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