Notice how these things are diametrically opposed. A rainy Saturday for a Carriage Driver is like soggy freakin bread. Like finding one half of a $1,000 bill. Like no one showing up for the party you throw. It is like a lot of things, but is it not, like, cool. I enjoy being a Carriage Driver, a lot, but a rainy Saturday, well, I think I have made my point.
The Creator of the Universe has a plan for me, his creation, and part of it must be to not drive a carriage today. Harumph. I accept what I cannot change.
I guess.
Hi, Mom! Love you!!
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