When I drove up to my folks place I saw this.
I said, please tell me no one is using this ladder to go on the roof.
Like, maybe they had it out for a band of roving teenagers who like roofs. (Is it weird I want to pluralize that rooves?)
My Mom and Dad gave me a guilty look and said, we meant to put it away before you got here.
So then I tell my sister this story and she says, “So, we’ve reached the point when our parents are hiding what they’re doing from us?”
In other news, the project of August is now the project of September. I have all my notes back and I need to buckle and make my manuscript pretty before it is sent off to the editor the first week of October. Don’t expect much from me.