Today I drove back to the Island. The four girls who stayed here this weekend left a faint smattering of fake eyelashes, but overall the cottage was in good condition. I don’t think my couch rabbit liked their shenanigans, though. He was crouched in a corner, hidden behind the air mattress. I will address his trauma shortly.
In the afternoon, I had a nice little visit. I got to meet my new friends who wrote a cute little book called The Witches of Galveston.
