Yesterday I took the boats out for the last time, doing minor on-water maintenance and shoreline inspection, and then put them in the barn for the Winter.
You never took me for a boat ride when I was there...
You never took me on a boat ride either. The emotional scar is unrepairable.
After I left his place and got home, he let me know that he'd sighted me the entire ride down his driveway to the house.
Real endearing.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
