It was before it ever happened. This happens now and again and was hard to avoid. Maybe it would be a quieter night he thought, a quiet night for sure. He sipped the cup of coffee and wished he had more creamer. If you have read this far please bring me some. Otherwise here I sit and wait, quietly. As my cup dwindles I think to change to skim with maybe a few drops of vanilla. It will work well, to keep him typing.
Proud parents kind of, where had she been tonight?
An African /Canadian goose cross.