Home is Where the Vinyl Llama Is

When I walked into the kitchen, she was smelling it through the package. “ What are you doing?” I asked. ”Smelling it.” she said “It smells like Florida.” It was just a pool float. Deflated and not yet used. I bought it for an upcoming holiday. She got kind of quiet and then said “IContinue reading “Home is Where the Vinyl Llama Is”