I found a black strapless bra in the parking lot at work this morning on the way into work. So, if you’re missing a black strapless bra (and have relatively small breasts, by the looks of it), you know where to look.
I’m always interested in the kinds of things one finds in the street. Underwear, in particular, is the beginning of all sorts of speculation.
As we were leaving town for Decorah last Friday, we stopped at Target so Leah could grab something on the way. Ava and I waited in the car. As I pulled into a parking spot from which we could see the front doors and await Leah’s reemergence, I noticed a small gray clump of something sitting in the parking lot. I told Ava to hang on, jumped out of the parked car, and ran over to retrieve a little rubber mouse.
Actually, Leah thinks it’s a rat. Could be. Other than being a bit dirty, the rat was in good shape. We got it cleaned up when we got to Decorah, and Ava slept with it both nights we were there. She “dressed” it in one of her socks for the night. She’d originally named it Mousy Mouse, but I think she’s changed its name to something else now that it might be a rat. Something rodent neutral.