I pulled the second home through your driveway. We slept in it the night before and the night after. I don't remember where we stopped for the night, after we left you to eat at the Sizzler north east of you. I mostly remember my wife and daughter picking blueberries, your avatar playing with my dog and later a guy at the Sizzler telling his lady, "You know how I like my salad."
Only place the sewing machine ever went with me was for a tune up.
