Ha, my cousin suggested that a particular someone just drop everything and live in my garage… So, I gave the idea the proper respect it deserved and spent a considerable amount of time daydreaming about it. Then, I wrote a poem:
If you lived in my garage
Taking care of the cars
Would become my greatest joy
I would spend all of my time
Waxing the doors
Every townsman would see
My dedication
But be left wondering
How my cars could still
Appear as they always were
Well, I’ve never mentioned it, but I have a summer job. I need to be fully rested= Sleep tight!
Ashley Kirtman 