Trash Can Do Anything!
(The not-so-secret diary of life and stuff in a hilltop town.)
I drove a goat (in the back of my car, not down the road with a stick) 4 and a half hours north, back to his home. He's been here on a conjugal visit to my two does since December.Then I drove home with the windows open. Bucks are...aromatic.Then I had my car professionally cleaned for the first time ever.Then I looked around my house and wondered if the car-cleaning professionals have portable equipment.
Ah, so now we know who started it all - I thought there had to be some explanation!xxx