This wet, sopping mess all over my Toms happened. And it was so nasty. I don't want to know what it is. But now I know why I always walk around that mess on the sidewalk, that spot that's always wet. But today, I avoided it by walking the wrong direction. A car door was where I normally walk, so I skipped it going the other direction, accidentally stepping on a small corner of their lawn. And that happened. And in all my humility, I had to keep walking towards the school. Leaving a track of one muddy footprint along the way. At least I'm hoping it's just mud.
But I survived.
For keeping track of Trick-or-Treaters.
We'll be the house with the stripes and protruding rocks.
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