There was a gentle rap at the door tonight. Upon opening the door I was greeted with beautiful sunshine, a gentle breeze and flower petals wafting in the wind.
Na...that didn't happen.
There was a SLAM at the door tonight that scared the hell out of Sterling and I. We went to the door and it was covered with eggs. Eggs and egg shells all over the door and the entrance. Not only there, either. I went outside, as I had a bad feeling about the "egg nightmare of 2011" as it will forever be referenced in the history books. I walked to where I had parked Isabella. Isabella the beautiful Mustang had been violated. She would never trust people again. She and I went to the shower, sat down and cried. (Translation...I took my car to the carwash) Just like the scene in The Crying Game.
I don't know how he did it, but Sterling sat and watched a movie as I cleaned up everything.
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