The Muffin tells...
SNB tells...
Guess I'll tell you too.
Friday night Mr Lemon and I got a little frisky and we would just impromptu race to whatever we were doing. We got out of the car and raced to the mailbox. Mr Lemon won. Walked up to the front door, and I took off running. I won.
Then we went to WalMart, and so round about late o'clock we pulled back into the parking lot. I thought I would get smart and take a shortcut and ...you guessed it... beat him to the door.
Instead the soft mulch 'neath my feet tripped me. I have a lovely scraped and colored up knee. My left palm got pretty scraped up. Mr Lemon tried to pick me up, and I let him know I JUST NEED TO SIT HERE A MINUTE.
But I would have won if I hadn't fallen. I just want that to be on the record books.
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