I bet you were worried I'd fallen victim to another nefarious wiener on a stick. I thought I had already posted for the day, but as it turns out, I hadn't even written the thing.
You'd think that, having bought a singularly orange car, I could easily pick said car from among the hundreds of other cars spread all around the Target parking lot. Probably so, were I not looking up and down the rows for the gold car I used to drive.
I won't be sharing with you how long I searched before I remembered.
photo, Emma Baxter