The Great Peep Connection
They spoke to me.
Yesterday, when I stopped at the gas station to pick up a few things, I saw them.
Staring at me from atop the counter.
Begging me to take them home.
Pleading with me really.
‘Please take us home…rescue us from this gas station.’
I swear they really said that.
So, of course, you know me…I have to help everyone and everything.
And so, they came home with me.
And this morning, there were only 4 left.
Oops.
π
Patty O
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A Thankfully Imperfect Woman 
Oh, gosh! π π π
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