The girls got up this morning and went home so I could clean up around the house some more. I semi-randomly wandered around and cleaned up clutter, throwing out a fair amount of trash in the process. I looked some more for the title for my ’84 Fiero, but all I found were old check registers and medical bills.
When dinner time came around, I went to my parents’ house for shrimp noodle soup. Then I headed back home a little melancholy. I spent some more time cleaning in the kitchen, and what would you know, I found the title. It was on the kitchen counter all this time, because evidently I couldn’t find a better place for it.
It’s been all carrot and no stick for too long.