It must be Friday. Walked in the house and made a trail of stuff from the front door. Bag with paperwork from work, shoes, pen, purse, jacket..... are a few items making the trail from the front door.
This was a long week and I tired and my feet hurt and I really don't care about much.
I did go back to see the cars when I got home and smiled at them all. If only I could hug the car, that would be cool. No matter how bad the day is, an old mopar sure has a way to make you forget it all and forget the girl at work you almost went to scraps with. LOL