Tuesday, April 7, 2015

the perfect storm

Went to bed last night, and it was clear outside. Woke up in the middle of the night a few times, and it was raining. By the time I left for work, it was clear again. The only sign that it had rained was that the giant bird poop deposited on my windshield yesterday afternoon (big enough to warrant sending a picture of it to Boyfriend) had been washed away.

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