I came out to the car yesterday afternoon and found this wedged in the door jam:
For a moment I wondered what on Earth prompted the above average quirky nature of the note. I saw no evidence of the aforementioned love tap, but even if there was a small scratch or ding, my car is 16 years old, covered in gravel road farm dust and about a baker’s dozen dings, scratches, chipped paint, missing trims and rust. So I stopped myself from wondering and gave into laughing, fully enjoying the random bizarreness of the moment.
May you all have a dinosaur riding a flower kind of day. And, if your car gets a boo-boo, you can always make it better with an Iron Man band-aid, can’t you?
Janie's Place 