Don’t cry over spilled milk

I’m not crying.  It’s much worse than that!

Something terrible happened after I blogged earlier this week about Miss Daisy. I hadn’t driven her since December 30, when I went to Tulsa with my sister PJ someone I refuse to name. We had a very busy day in Tulsa, but nothing unusual happened on the trip.

So a few days ago, husband tells me something “stinks” in the garage.