Crazy Cat Lady Chronicles, Vol. XIV

My friend called in a panic because she had an early morning doctor appointment and needed someone to take her 3- and 1-year-old littles to preschool. I brushed my teeth, threw on a hat and some comfy sweats and went over.

Since their school is only four blocks away downtown (and car seats are a level of engineering I have never needed to master), I put them in the stroller and walked them there. No problem.

But as I was pushing the empty stroller back down Blount Street at morning rush hour, I was actually HOPING someone I knew would see me, figure I'd finally lost my mind and ask what I was doing, because I had the PERFECT response:

"Eudora jumped out and I can't find her."



(photo Geoff Wood)