TJ just came in from getting me the mail and asked me what happened to the mailbox. I didn’t get a chance to share this story yet. Last night a little before 11 pm my Dad came down to pick up a set of keys of his that I had and to get the trailer backed into the driveway and unhitched safely. (We’ve already covered how bad I am at backing it up, remember?) I’d parked the trailer in the street in front of our house. RB’s truck was parked in front of me. Before I could get a chance to move RB’s truck Dad started backing up the trailer. I told him he was too close to the mailbox but he didn’t hear me. He hit my cat mailbox with the fender of my truck, breaking off the cat’s face. Now, that was a little troubling because my Mom had bought me that mailbox about four years ago while we were on vacation in Watkins Glen, from a guy that makes custom mailboxes. I love my mailbox. Now we’re going to have to do some surgery to get it repaired. It seemed to be a fitting end to the trip.
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Aw! Poor kitty!