Poetry in the Garage

This from Aaron:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze -W. Wordsworth

Nice right? Lovely. That's my mom. Spaced out on Wordsworth and loving life. But she keeps wrecking her car... fuck. I fixed it once, I fixed it twice, I'll fix it twice again. She drives her car out of the garage without sense of space. Happy Mother's day Mom, I love you to death. Watch your mirror.