Leaf pasties

Daylight savings fell into a nice sunny exchange. Just right for walking to the park. I thought. I was looking for any excuse to avoid some nasty house work. After all not too many more of these days left to enjoy right? What a cruel trick  it was, waking to a saphire sky, fresh from a week of long gray mornings, only to walk out the door, and be plastered with wet leaves blowing in a horrid wind.  I pulled a couple from my hair, off my jacket sleeves, and from my walking shoes, and then headed back in to plan b. Clean the bathroom. I had just grabbed the cleaners from under the cabinet when I caught a look in the mirror above the sink. My hair was a wild ridiculous nest funny enough, but what really made me laugh was two little red maple leaves that were still stuck on my boobs like pasties.


About roundtuit

I live in a bedroom town outside of Madison Wi when I say bedroom I don't mean sleep though we are booming. I raised eight kids, one overly dramatic weiner-dog two lop eared rabbits and a few irritating goldfish along the way. I've been married to my husband Mark for over thirty one years View all posts by roundtuit

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